| Song | Quills - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | The Roots |
| Album | Phrenology |
| 作曲 : Tariq Trotter & Karriem Riggins | |
| 作词 : Riggins, Trotter | |
| [Chorus] Don't stop (uh don't stop yo) | |
| Tonight (cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo) (Give it everything you got yo) (Once again it's time, it's time) | |
| It's time to ride, ride.... [Verse One: Black Thought] | |
| Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement | |
| I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages | |
| Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers | |
| Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber | |
| Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta | |
| Pull out-rageous arms from the floor of the basement | |
| Then bust 'nuff talons if my peoplez in danger | |
| I'm Larry | |
| Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents | |
| We muscle the language | |
| What we spit will leave your shit in utter amazement | |
| I'm hot brolic call it contagious | |
| The shit the | |
| Roots started got these other artists going through changes | |
| My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish | |
| Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages | |
| Is something in the iris and the way | |
| I spit That tell these other crab rappers | |
| I ain't fo' no shit | |
| Black traumatic, so there you have it | |
| My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic | |
| Thought, put ass-backwards rappers in a small package | |
| Experience is all that is, | |
| I'm well established | |
| Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage | |
| The technique in your reach, if only you could have it | |
| For me it's automatic, it's na-tu-ral, | |
| I'm mad thoro | |
| Poet for hired pack metal | |
| You feel me? [Chorus] [Verse Two: Black Thought] | |
| Yo, the load heavy | |
| We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady | |
| Withdrawal like | |
| Darryl Strawberry, it figures | |
| Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine | |
| Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man listen | |
| The story in the ghetto the same | |
| Seem like it's just some things that never will change | |
| Give birth to a style and won't give it a name | |
| Talk 'bout consciousness it's a different thang | |
| Envision again, the honorable ' | |
| Riq, general | |
| Hannibal speak | |
| The understandable diabolique, animal style | |
| Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen this | |
| Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genious | |
| Inject you with the broke down english | |
| The most freshest and cleanest, three | |
| G's, guess what the fame is | |
| Kareem's beat makin' me fiendish | |
| Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it nigga [Chorus] [Verse Three: Black Thought] | |
| Yo, the rebel | |
| Jake Rivera | |
| You felt another date, you better | |
| Don't copped off, create it just save your cheddar | |
| I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta | |
| Sippin' an ice cold | |
| Beck, huffin' the tenth letter | |
| Driftin', shots lickin while the plot thickens | |
| Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning | |
| The flash and the cash and the fast women | |
| It's nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the passion and | |
| Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins | |
| Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen | |
| MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again | |
| Must have seen their face in the news it's gots to been | |
| Thought known as the cure for cancer | |
| Same corrupt city as | |
| Mumia the | |
| Panther Man to man, hammer cocked, block and standoff | |
| Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall | |
| Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb | |
| Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon | |
| Thing about my music is it ain't shit like y'all | |
| Thought, diesel like a 28-inch python | |
| You know what | |
| I'm saying? | |
| When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin... [Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : Tariq Trotter Karriem Riggins | |
| zuò cí : Riggins, Trotter | |
| Chorus Don' t stop uh don' t stop yo | |
| Tonight cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo Give it everything you got yo Once again it' s time, it' s time | |
| It' s time to ride, ride.... Verse One: Black Thought | |
| Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement | |
| I fill the quills with it let it spill on the pages | |
| Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers | |
| Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber | |
| Shit, I' m scientific but my reflex' s gangsta | |
| Pull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement | |
| Then bust ' nuff talons if my peoplez in danger | |
| I' m Larry | |
| Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents | |
| We muscle the language | |
| What we spit will leave your shit in utter amazement | |
| I' m hot brolic call it contagious | |
| The shit the | |
| Roots started got these other artists going through changes | |
| My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish | |
| Y' all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages | |
| Is something in the iris and the way | |
| I spit That tell these other crab rappers | |
| I ain' t fo' no shit | |
| Black traumatic, so there you have it | |
| My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it' s all classic | |
| Thought, put assbackwards rappers in a small package | |
| Experience is all that is, | |
| I' m well established | |
| Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage | |
| The technique in your reach, if only you could have it | |
| For me it' s automatic, it' s natural, | |
| I' m mad thoro | |
| Poet for hired pack metal | |
| You feel me? Chorus Verse Two: Black Thought | |
| Yo, the load heavy | |
| We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady | |
| Withdrawal like | |
| Darryl Strawberry, it figures | |
| Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine | |
| Cryin' hard times, disadvantegeous, man listen | |
| The story in the ghetto the same | |
| Seem like it' s just some things that never will change | |
| Give birth to a style and won' t give it a name | |
| Talk ' bout consciousness it' s a different thang | |
| Envision again, the honorable ' | |
| Riq, general | |
| Hannibal speak | |
| The understandable diabolique, animal style | |
| Out of your dreams kid, you proud that you seen this | |
| Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genious | |
| Inject you with the broke down english | |
| The most freshest and cleanest, three | |
| G' s, guess what the fame is | |
| Kareem' s beat makin' me fiendish | |
| Don' t act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it nigga Chorus Verse Three: Black Thought | |
| Yo, the rebel | |
| Jake Rivera | |
| You felt another date, you better | |
| Don' t copped off, create it just save your cheddar | |
| I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta | |
| Sippin' an ice cold | |
| Beck, huffin' the tenth letter | |
| Driftin', shots lickin while the plot thickens | |
| Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning | |
| The flash and the cash and the fast women | |
| It' s nothing, a lust for the crabs keep the passion and | |
| Blaow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins | |
| Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen | |
| MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again | |
| Must have seen their face in the news it' s gots to been | |
| Thought known as the cure for cancer | |
| Same corrupt city as | |
| Mumia the | |
| Panther Man to man, hammer cocked, block and standoff | |
| Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall | |
| Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb | |
| Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon | |
| Thing about my music is it ain' t shit like y' all | |
| Thought, diesel like a 28inch python | |
| You know what | |
| I' m saying? | |
| When I' m on the mic there won' t be no delayin... Chorus |