| Song | Quartered |
| Artist | Tek & Iota |
| Artist | Edo Lee |
| Album | Omni |
| 作词 : Tek | |
| 作曲 : IOTA/Tek/Edo Lee | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I hit the track propelling | |
| I came up off the thruster late, impact with something | |
| The traction coming, I felt already | |
| I came up off of Native Tongues and Makavelli | |
| I came up off of dirty south and Soulaquari- | |
| I made my route encrusted it, entrusted it | |
| All roads fed into the bar code, ok | |
| Al-most fled into the dark, I docked, I didn’t | |
| Talk, listen | |
| Had to dust a bit | |
| Had to conservate it, I’m at the precipice | |
| I came up off of do your shit don’t bitch about it | |
| I came up off of money tight don’t **** around with | |
| I came up after truants | |
| I cannot hack the Rubik’s | |
| I came up out the rubrics that you cut up out of | |
| I can’t amount to record you could trust in, I could maintain- | |
| I could maintain through the clutches of it | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Bargain I been buckled to the fact it’s like | |
| I came up off Cartesian ways of looking bout it | |
| Targeted I tussle with the tact about it | |
| I came off of Kubrick, off of Asimov, induct it | |
| Mainstay my old soul's injunction | |
| Maintain I don’t hold your namesake in same stakes | |
| Debunk all that, uncharted, claim staking shit | |
| One tried that painstaking lunge toward that, ain’t take it | |
| **** that, the cortisol you pump at | |
| I quartered off my history, you couldn’t snuff at | |
| Who took the hit? you took affront at | |
| Wouldn’t rebuff that, I let you contemplate it | |
| I hit my register different, I hitch to my notations | |
| I switch to monochrome, I slit my time and patience | |
| Swish the Molotov | |
| Sift through minor cases, sit through all your talk | |
| I came up off of black boy impediment | |
| I came up off of | |
| You don’t know yourself so let me annotate it |
| zuò cí : Tek | |
| zuò qǔ : IOTA Tek Edo Lee | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I hit the track propelling | |
| I came up off the thruster late, impact with something | |
| The traction coming, I felt already | |
| I came up off of Native Tongues and Makavelli | |
| I came up off of dirty south and Soulaquari | |
| I made my route encrusted it, entrusted it | |
| All roads fed into the bar code, ok | |
| Almost fled into the dark, I docked, I didn' t | |
| Talk, listen | |
| Had to dust a bit | |
| Had to conservate it, I' m at the precipice | |
| I came up off of do your shit don' t bitch about it | |
| I came up off of money tight don' t around with | |
| I came up after truants | |
| I cannot hack the Rubik' s | |
| I came up out the rubrics that you cut up out of | |
| I can' t amount to record you could trust in, I could maintain | |
| I could maintain through the clutches of it | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Bargain I been buckled to the fact it' s like | |
| I came up off Cartesian ways of looking bout it | |
| Targeted I tussle with the tact about it | |
| I came off of Kubrick, off of Asimov, induct it | |
| Mainstay my old soul' s injunction | |
| Maintain I don' t hold your namesake in same stakes | |
| Debunk all that, uncharted, claim staking shit | |
| One tried that painstaking lunge toward that, ain' t take it | |
| that, the cortisol you pump at | |
| I quartered off my history, you couldn' t snuff at | |
| Who took the hit? you took affront at | |
| Wouldn' t rebuff that, I let you contemplate it | |
| I hit my register different, I hitch to my notations | |
| I switch to monochrome, I slit my time and patience | |
| Swish the Molotov | |
| Sift through minor cases, sit through all your talk | |
| I came up off of black boy impediment | |
| I came up off of | |
| You don' t know yourself so let me annotate it |