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The kid's better buy my rookie card now\n[00:51.08] 'Cause after this year the price ain't comin down\n[00:53.07] And if you got a joint bubblin' then get money now\n[00:55.42] 'Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin' out\n[00:58.02] Just a warnin', as usual some cats won't heed it\n[01:00.48] The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it\n[01:02.86] It's a shame that jealous gaze is too short to see it\n[01:05.25] But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement\n[01:07.87] We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct\n[01:10.51] Call it a day or make it a long evenin'\n[01:12.77] You keep on schemin', it give me some more reason\n[01:14.98] To have the women in your mama's church screamin' \"Lord Jesus!\"\n[01:17.86] Harder than y'all 'cause I'm smarter than y'all\n[01:19.65] I know that deep down it's got to be bothering y'all\n[01:22.24] Pay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than y'all\n[01:24.64] Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all\n[01:26.91] The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve\n[01:30.19] Every day that the saga evolve\n[01:31.75] The door or die stay rumblin' and bumblin' hard\n[01:34.20] And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all\n[01:36.73] East coast's on your neck and you ain't shruggin' it off\n[01:39.18] Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin' off\n[01:41.51] I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York\n[01:43.96] Gettin' spanked when there's too much trouble to talk\n[01:46.25] Respect mine\n[01:46.57] Oh no\n[01:47.62] Look at who they let in the back door\n[01:50.06] From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know\n[01:52.44] We rock from the East to West coast\n[01:55.13] Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)\n[01:57.25] Step away from the mic, they too cold\n[01:59.61] The funk might fracture your nose\n[02:01.00] Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages\n[02:03.52] Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin'\n[02:05.93] 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The kid's better buy my rookie card now\n  'Cause after this year the price ain't comin down\n  And if you got a joint bubblin' then get money now\n  'Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin' out\n  Just a warnin', as usual some cats won't heed it\n  The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it\n  It's a shame that jealous gaze is too short to see it\n  But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement\n\n  We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct\n  Call it a day or make it a long evenin'\n  You keep on schemin', it give me some more reason\n  To have the women in your mama's church screamin' \"Lord Jesus!\"\n  Harder than y'all 'cause I'm smarter than y'all\n  I know that deep down it's got to be bothering y'all\n  Pay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than y'all\n  Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all\n\n  The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve\n  Every day that the saga evolve\n  The door or die stay rumblin' and bumblin' hard\n  And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all\n  East coast's on your neck and you ain't shruggin' it off\n  Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin' off\n  I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York\n  Gettin' spanked when there's too much trouble to talk\n  Respect mine\n\n  Oh no\n  Look at who they let in the back door\n  From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know\n  We rock from the East to West coast\n  Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose\n\n  Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages\n  Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin'\n  And it amazes me how you claim thug\n  But go two-ways without SkyTel pagers\n  I'm intellectual, pass more essays\n  Than motorcade police parades through East L.A.\n  More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just\n  What you lust to vent is irrele'\n  Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya\n  Maintain the same frame of mind, screw ya!\n\n  Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures\n  I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya\n  Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis\n  Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here\n  Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis\n  The dosage is leavin' you mentally unfocused here\n  MC's just come on 'round\n  You're the next contestants on \"Catch-A-Beat-Down\"\n\n  Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment\n  It's evident, we medicine for your whole town\n  Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it\n  All windows is tinted, how you seein' me when I'm in it?\n  Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that\n  Put that mic back down, boy, drop that\n  Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros\n  We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes...\n\n  Oh no\n  Niggas ain't scared to hustle\n  It's been seven days, the same clothes\n  Ask them originals 'cause they know\n  Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n\n  Oh no\n  Niggas ain't scared to hustle\n  It's been seven days, the same clothes\n  Ask them originals 'cause they know\n  Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n\n  Oh no\n  Look at who they let in the back door\n  From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know\n  We rock from the East to West coast\n  Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n"},{"id":30313049,"name":"Oh No","trackName":"Oh No","artistName":"Yasiin Bey","albumName":"Rawkus & MIC Media Present Lyricist Lounge 2","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nOne for the treble, two for the bass\nWelcome to the great incredible paper chase\nKeep your boots laced if you want to keep pace\n\nOh no\nNiggas ain't scared to hustle\nIt's been seven days, the same clothes\nAsk them originals 'cause they know\nMos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe\nStep away from the mic, they too cold\nThe funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n\nSay my name, say my name\nObserve how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down\nAnd played my game, my own two raise my flame\n'Cause dick ridin ain't my thing\nI earned what they said I wouldn't\nI got it the way they said I couldn't\nBut now I'm gettin it and they whole grill is crooked\nMad 'cause I'm gettin caked out from my bookings\nWhen y'all was askin permission, I just stepped up and took it\n\nWhat? 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The kid's better buy my rookie card now\n  'Cause after this year the price ain't comin down\n  And if you got a joint bubblin' then get money now\n  'Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin' out\n  Just a warnin', as usual some cats won't heed it\n  The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it\n  It's a shame that jealous gaze is too short to see it\n  But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement\n\n  We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct\n  Call it a day or make it a long evenin'\n  You keep on schemin', it give me some more reason\n  To have the women in your mama's church screamin' \"Lord Jesus!\"\n  Harder than y'all 'cause I'm smarter than y'all\n  I know that deep down it's got to be bothering y'all\n  Pay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than y'all\n  Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all\n\n  The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve\n  Every day that the saga evolve\n  The door or die stay rumblin' and bumblin' hard\n  And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all\n  East coast's on your neck and you ain't shruggin' it off\n  Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin' off\n  I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York\n  Gettin' spanked when there's too much trouble to talk\n  Respect mine\n\n  Oh no\n  Look at who they let in the back door\n  From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know\n  We rock from the East to West coast\n  Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose\n\n  Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages\n  Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin'\n  And it amazes me how you claim thug\n  But go two-ways without SkyTel pagers\n  I'm intellectual, pass more essays\n  Than motorcade police parades through East L.A.\n  More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just\n  What you lust to vent is irrele'\n  Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya\n  Maintain the same frame of mind, screw ya!\n\n  Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures\n  I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya\n  Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis\n  Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here\n  Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis\n  The dosage is leavin' you mentally unfocused here\n  MC's just come on 'round\n  You're the next contestants on \"Catch-A-Beat-Down\"\n\n  Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment\n  It's evident, we medicine for your whole town\n  Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it\n  All windows is tinted, how you seein' me when I'm in it?\n  Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that\n  Put that mic back down, boy, drop that\n  Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros\n  We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes...\n\n  Oh no\n  Niggas ain't scared to hustle\n  It's been seven days, the same clothes\n  Ask them originals 'cause they know\n  Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n\n  Oh no\n  Niggas ain't scared to hustle\n  It's been seven days, the same clothes\n  Ask them originals 'cause they know\n  Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n\n  Oh no\n  Look at who they let in the back door\n  From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know\n  We rock from the East to West coast\n  Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n"},{"id":31313283,"name":"Oh No","trackName":"Oh No","artistName":"Yasiin Bey","albumName":"We Are Hip Hop • Me • You • Everybody, Part 2","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nOne for the treble, two for the bass\nWelcome to the great incredible paper chase\nKeep your boots laced if you want to keep pace\n\nOh no\nNiggas ain't scared to hustle\nIt's been seven days, the same clothes\nAsk them originals 'cause they know\nMos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe\nStep away from the mic, they too cold\nThe funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n\nSay my name, say my name\nObserve how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down\nAnd played my game, my own two raise my flame\n'Cause dick ridin ain't my thing\nI earned what they said I wouldn't\nI got it the way they said I couldn't\nBut now I'm gettin it and they whole grill is crooked\nMad 'cause I'm gettin caked out from my bookings\nWhen y'all was askin permission, I just stepped up and took it\n\nWhat? 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The kid's better buy my rookie card now\n  'Cause after this year the price ain't comin down\n  And if you got a joint bubblin' then get money now\n  'Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin' out\n  Just a warnin', as usual some cats won't heed it\n  The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it\n  It's a shame that jealous gaze is too short to see it\n  But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement\n\n  We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct\n  Call it a day or make it a long evenin'\n  You keep on schemin', it give me some more reason\n  To have the women in your mama's church screamin' \"Lord Jesus!\"\n  Harder than y'all 'cause I'm smarter than y'all\n  I know that deep down it's got to be bothering y'all\n  Pay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than y'all\n  Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all\n\n  The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve\n  Every day that the saga evolve\n  The door or die stay rumblin' and bumblin' hard\n  And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all\n  East coast's on your neck and you ain't shruggin' it off\n  Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin' off\n  I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York\n  Gettin' spanked when there's too much trouble to talk\n  Respect mine\n\n  Oh no\n  Look at who they let in the back door\n  From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know\n  We rock from the East to West coast\n  Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose\n\n  Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages\n  Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin'\n  And it amazes me how you claim thug\n  But go two-ways without SkyTel pagers\n  I'm intellectual, pass more essays\n  Than motorcade police parades through East L.A.\n  More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just\n  What you lust to vent is irrele'\n  Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya\n  Maintain the same frame of mind, screw ya!\n\n  Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures\n  I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya\n  Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis\n  Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here\n  Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis\n  The dosage is leavin' you mentally unfocused here\n  MC's just come on 'round\n  You're the next contestants on \"Catch-A-Beat-Down\"\n\n  Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment\n  It's evident, we medicine for your whole town\n  Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it\n  All windows is tinted, how you seein' me when I'm in it?\n  Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that\n  Put that mic back down, boy, drop that\n  Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros\n  We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes...\n\n  Oh no\n  Niggas ain't scared to hustle\n  It's been seven days, the same clothes\n  Ask them originals 'cause they know\n  Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n\n  Oh no\n  Niggas ain't scared to hustle\n  It's been seven days, the same clothes\n  Ask them originals 'cause they know\n  Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n\n  Oh no\n  Look at who they let in the back door\n  From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know\n  We rock from the East to West coast\n  Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n"},{"id":31654248,"name":"Oh No","trackName":"Oh No","artistName":"Yasiin Bey","albumName":"Kiss Smooth Grooves 2001","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nOne for the treble, two for the bass\nWelcome to the great incredible paper chase\nKeep your boots laced if you want to keep pace\n\nOh no\nNiggas ain't scared to hustle\nIt's been seven days, the same clothes\nAsk them originals 'cause they know\nMos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe\nStep away from the mic, they too cold\nThe funk might fracture your nose (nose, nose...)\n\nSay my name, say my name\nObserve how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down\nAnd played my game, my own two raise my flame\n'Cause dick ridin ain't my thing\nI earned what they said I wouldn't\nI got it the way they said I couldn't\nBut now I'm gettin it and they whole grill is crooked\nMad 'cause I'm gettin caked out from my bookings\nWhen y'all was askin permission, I just stepped up and took it\n\nWhat? 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laced if you wanna keep pace (pace)\n\n  Oh no\n  Niggas ain't scared to hustle\n  It's been seven days, the same clothes\n  Ask them originals 'cause they know\n  Mos Def, Nate Dogg and Pharoahe\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose\n\n  Say my name, say my name\n  Observe how I stake my claim\n  I independently laid down and paved my game\n  My own two raise my flame, 'cause dickridin' ain't my thang\n  I earned what they said I wouldn't, got it the way they said I couldn't\n  But now, I'm gettin' it and they whole grill is crooked\n  Mad 'cause I'm gettin' caked out from my bookings\n  When y'all was askin' permission, I just stepped up and took it\n\n  What? The kids better buy my rookie card now\n  'Cause after this year, the price ain't comin' down\n  And if you got a joint bubblin', then get money now\n  'Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin' out\n  Just a warnin', as usual, some cats won't heed it\n  The hard-headed always gotta feel it to believe it\n  A shame they jealous gaze is too short to see it\n  But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement\n\n  We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 71 Precinct\n  Call it a day, or make it a long evenin'\n  You keep on schemin', man, gimme some more reason\n  To have the women in your mama's church screamin' \"Lord Jesus!\"\n  Harder than y'all 'cause I'm smarter than y'all\n  I know that deep down, it got to be botherin' y'all\n  Pay attention, watch Flaco get larger than y'all\n  Pour your pride on the rocks and make you swallow it all\n\n  The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve\n  Every day that the saga evolve\n  The do-or-die stay rumblin' and bubblin' hard\n  And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all\n  East Coast's on your neck, and you ain't shruggin' it off\n  Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin' off\n  I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York\n  Gettin' spanked when it's too much trouble to talk, respect mine\n\n  Oh no\n  Look at who they let in the back do'\n  From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know\n  We rock from the East to West Coast\n  Queens, salute to Pharoahe\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose\n\n  Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages\n  Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin'\n  And it amazes me how you claim thug, but go two-ways without Skytel pagers\n  I'm intellectual, pass more essays\n  Than motorcade police parades through East LA\n  More beef then delis, thus, what I vent is just (uh)\n  What you lust to vent, it's irrele'\n  Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya\n  Maintain the same frame of mind, screw ya\n\n  Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, greet ya with scriptures\n  I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya\n  Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis\n  Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here\n  Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis\n  The dosage is leavin' you mentally unfocused here\n  MCs just come on 'round\n  You're the next contestants on Catch a Beat Down\n\n  Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment\n  It's evident we medicine for your whole town\n  Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it\n  All windows is tinted, how you seein' me when I'm in it?\n  Rap, we got it on lock, man, stop that\n  Put that mic back down, boy, drop that\n  Pharoahe's flows blows shows like Afros\n  We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg go\n\n  Oh no\n  Niggas ain't scared to hustle\n  It's been seven days, the same clothes\n  Ask them originals 'cause they know\n  Mos Def, Nate Dogg and Pharoahe\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose\n\n  Oh no\n  Niggas ain't scared to hustle\n  It's been seven days, the same clothes\n  Ask them originals 'cause they know\n  Mos Def, Nate Dogg and Pharoahe\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose\n\n  Oh no\n  Look at who they let in the back do'\n  From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know\n  We rock from the East to West Coast\n  Queens, salute to Pharoahe\n  Step away from the mic, they too cold\n  The funk might fracture your nose\n"}]