| Song | No Said Date |
| Artist | Masta Killa |
| Album | No Said Date |
| 作曲 : Turner | |
| (Intro: Masta Killa) | |
| Time to ride.. | |
| Yo... yeah.. | |
| Lord, when you droppin'? | |
| (Chorus 2X: Masta Killa) | |
| No said date, no said date, no said date | |
| No said date, no said date (Lord, when you dropping?) | |
| No said date, no said date | |
| (Masta Killa) | |
| They said the God wasn't never comin' home | |
| Grandma in a nursin' home, my mind is blown | |
| I'm known to walk alone, but the fam | |
| It's deep, yeah we all love heat | |
| These military arm' marine, sub machine gun | |
| Legend of Brooklyn, master craftsman | |
| Lord, when you droppin'?" No said date | |
| Thought premeditated, well calculated | |
| The air's been tested, the people can't wait | |
| So, ahh -- we agreed to send one, to swim from lost and found | |
| See truth be the life preserve, we can't drown | |
| Drunk with the victory, the Wu cavalry | |
| Bomb the seminar, the last "hoo-ra" for chivalry | |
| Classical, Yo-Yo Ma, laced in the bulletproof fabric | |
| Crafted and mastered in space | |
| What better place of birth than the Earth | |
| When a star is born, but the path was narrow | |
| Float across the Verrazano, stack ya ammo | |
| Hit 'em while we got the muscle, in the streets we hustle | |
| For survival, what the God reign, build me a brain | |
| Support it with a physical frame, imperial Asiatic material | |
| Scratch the serial, smoking him, he gonna need a miracle | |
| repare for burial, it's time, .45 to your head, drop your nine | |
| We came to collect, the debt is overdue yo | |
| Set to connect with Deck, we pushin' through | |
| Yvette with the red Corvette from Lafayette | |
| Pussy stay wet and she hold Tec | |
| Respect to the six, she sexy wit a switch | |
| Gun never stick when 'victions for the brick | |
| Shots lick | |
| (Chorus 2X) | |
| (Masta Killa) | |
| Heh, yo, this is No Said Date | |
| Peace, I'm Jamel Arief, pleasure to meet you | |
| Not to affend you, somethin' for the mental | |
| Straight from the Shaolin Temple, so simple | |
| Ain't enough ink for the thoughts I think | |
| They travel so rapid, it's hard to grasp it | |
| No assumption, Kay Slay get the shit thumpin' | |
| Darts stay lethal, blaze one for the people | |
| They travelled so far to witness | |
| The killin' of a mastermind line-for-line | |
| Half-time, center stage, 50 yard line | |
| Long time, man for dead | |
| Should've been, put one in his head | |
| Before the poison spread to the body | |
| Partly done, 'nough said... {*echoes*} |
| zuò qǔ : Turner | |
| Intro: Masta Killa | |
| Time to ride.. | |
| Yo... yeah.. | |
| Lord, when you droppin'? | |
| Chorus 2X: Masta Killa | |
| No said date, no said date, no said date | |
| No said date, no said date Lord, when you dropping? | |
| No said date, no said date | |
| Masta Killa | |
| They said the God wasn' t never comin' home | |
| Grandma in a nursin' home, my mind is blown | |
| I' m known to walk alone, but the fam | |
| It' s deep, yeah we all love heat | |
| These military arm' marine, sub machine gun | |
| Legend of Brooklyn, master craftsman | |
| Lord, when you droppin'?" No said date | |
| Thought premeditated, well calculated | |
| The air' s been tested, the people can' t wait | |
| So, ahh we agreed to send one, to swim from lost and found | |
| See truth be the life preserve, we can' t drown | |
| Drunk with the victory, the Wu cavalry | |
| Bomb the seminar, the last " hoora" for chivalry | |
| Classical, YoYo Ma, laced in the bulletproof fabric | |
| Crafted and mastered in space | |
| What better place of birth than the Earth | |
| When a star is born, but the path was narrow | |
| Float across the Verrazano, stack ya ammo | |
| Hit ' em while we got the muscle, in the streets we hustle | |
| For survival, what the God reign, build me a brain | |
| Support it with a physical frame, imperial Asiatic material | |
| Scratch the serial, smoking him, he gonna need a miracle | |
| repare for burial, it' s time, . 45 to your head, drop your nine | |
| We came to collect, the debt is overdue yo | |
| Set to connect with Deck, we pushin' through | |
| Yvette with the red Corvette from Lafayette | |
| Pussy stay wet and she hold Tec | |
| Respect to the six, she sexy wit a switch | |
| Gun never stick when ' victions for the brick | |
| Shots lick | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Masta Killa | |
| Heh, yo, this is No Said Date | |
| Peace, I' m Jamel Arief, pleasure to meet you | |
| Not to affend you, somethin' for the mental | |
| Straight from the Shaolin Temple, so simple | |
| Ain' t enough ink for the thoughts I think | |
| They travel so rapid, it' s hard to grasp it | |
| No assumption, Kay Slay get the shit thumpin' | |
| Darts stay lethal, blaze one for the people | |
| They travelled so far to witness | |
| The killin' of a mastermind lineforline | |
| Halftime, center stage, 50 yard line | |
| Long time, man for dead | |
| Should' ve been, put one in his head | |
| Before the poison spread to the body | |
| Partly done, ' nough said... echoes |