| Song | Don't See Us - Live (1999 Palais X-Tra) |
| Artist | The Roots |
| Album | The Roots Come Alive |
| 作曲 : Malik Abdul-Basit & Karl B. Jenkins & James Poyser & Smart Abdul-Basit & Ahmir Thomp | |
| 作词 : Roots | |
| Uh, what what, yo yo p-5-d uncut | |
| Check it out, yo yo, s-p uncut | |
| Yo yo, what p-5-d uncut, yeah yeah it's that philly shit | |
| Yo yo, check it out, yo yo | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Chorus [malik b] | |
| You don't see us, but we see you | |
| You stuck on sleep, get on your p's and q's | |
| Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept | |
| You know the rep, we keep the flows in check | |
| [black thought] | |
| Mesmerizing, state of the art caffeine | |
| It's over head like omniverse screen | |
| I'm not the average savage that curse queens | |
| I'm something from his worst dreams | |
| First we handling first things, i'm subsurface un-seen | |
| Grat'll hold planet by purse strings | |
| Mc's are earthlings, not built to hurt things | |
| Speakin the words of weaklings, nothin but sweet things | |
| [malik b] | |
| Man each world, it ain't no time to recline | |
| Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine | |
| Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin wit sharks | |
| Never caught speakin to narc's, that's weak in the parks | |
| I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize | |
| Grip it up and flee the scene wit a different disguise | |
| Take a detour, i be all that i can be whore | |
| Talkin to this *bitch* life, had to make her my wife | |
| Live twice, got seven more lives to live | |
| I'm all out, takin things to the fullest extent | |
| Help me get it down and we can split one-hundred percent | |
| Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment | |
| Word up, you know the legendary roots crew, yo | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| [dice raw] | |
| The raw dice rise like a creature from out the swamp | |
| Wit my blood-thirsty clergy that's on the hunt for conk | |
| Who pumps your heart, i made you wanna rhyme from the start | |
| You should be more alert, then you wouldn't get hurt | |
| Get off your horse and on your p's and beware | |
| Of images you seein, did deceiving, you're scared | |
| And even more shook up than the scenes that's near | |
| I'm dice raw, sting the inside of your mouth like a cold sore | |
| Who wanna piece, well it's round one, let's begin | |
| I got a gun that's don't bust, it just suck niggaz in | |
| I got shit that'll have you beggin me to shoot ya | |
| I'm the professor, you rock a dunce cap, go get a tutor | |
| [black thought] | |
| Yo, okay computer, radiohead's knock to the | |
| Future shock like kurtis, at your service | |
| None other than, the fifth governing playin the cut again | |
| Y'all clueless to what the fuck is up again | |
| Yo, hard times and sufferin | |
| What, my peoples in the crevices strugglin | |
| 'nuff of them ?untie? soldier thespian | |
| But i'm from the next e-on, supreme being that's unseen for mc'n | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| [malik b] | |
| Yo, they all around me 'round me | |
| On my head, they got a bounty | |
| I'm tryin to get this bell up so i can flee your county | |
| Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it wit tricks | |
| I'm sharper than rough spoons for icepicks | |
| Niggaz price bricks till dawn, if the money is long | |
| Cats who play strong will inhale, then go play bong | |
| You wrong son, you thought i wasn't droppin a ton | |
| Sit and think about the way i wanna tally a sum | |
| [dice raw] | |
| Aiyyo i sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you | |
| >from over there in them bushes, i chilled and watched you | |
| Dancin all dolly as you pussy for them folly | |
| I knock you out wit one punch from me you been ali-ed | |
| I float like hovercrafts and sting like vaccinations | |
| When my name said out loud, you'll lose your concentration | |
| Dice raw, d-i-c-e-r-a-w, you wanna take it | |
| Otherwise, fuck you gon' do? | |
| That's what i thought, nada, nothing, caput, zero | |
| Rough as sandpaper but still smooth as a tiptoe | |
| Raw's takin over, baby don't tell me you ain't know | |
| A lot of kids can rap but you fuckin wit the pros | |
| [black thought] | |
| Namsayin, y'all know the legendary roots crew, it's like | |
| Chorus to fade |
| zuò qǔ : Malik AbdulBasit Karl B. Jenkins James Poyser Smart AbdulBasit Ahmir Thomp | |
| zuò cí : Roots | |
| Uh, what what, yo yo p5d uncut | |
| Check it out, yo yo, sp uncut | |
| Yo yo, what p5d uncut, yeah yeah it' s that philly shit | |
| Yo yo, check it out, yo yo | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Chorus malik b | |
| You don' t see us, but we see you | |
| You stuck on sleep, get on your p' s and q' s | |
| Cuz you will get crept, wit no discrept | |
| You know the rep, we keep the flows in check | |
| black thought | |
| Mesmerizing, state of the art caffeine | |
| It' s over head like omniverse screen | |
| I' m not the average savage that curse queens | |
| I' m something from his worst dreams | |
| First we handling first things, i' m subsurface unseen | |
| Grat' ll hold planet by purse strings | |
| Mc' s are earthlings, not built to hurt things | |
| Speakin the words of weaklings, nothin but sweet things | |
| malik b | |
| Man each world, it ain' t no time to recline | |
| Act up, get clapped up, my mind is the nine | |
| Shine like jewels that spark, swimmin wit sharks | |
| Never caught speakin to narc' s, that' s weak in the parks | |
| I' m the type to sit back and analyze the prize | |
| Grip it up and flee the scene wit a different disguise | |
| Take a detour, i be all that i can be whore | |
| Talkin to this bitch life, had to make her my wife | |
| Live twice, got seven more lives to live | |
| I' m all out, takin things to the fullest extent | |
| Help me get it down and we can split onehundred percent | |
| Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment | |
| Word up, you know the legendary roots crew, yo | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| dice raw | |
| The raw dice rise like a creature from out the swamp | |
| Wit my bloodthirsty clergy that' s on the hunt for conk | |
| Who pumps your heart, i made you wanna rhyme from the start | |
| You should be more alert, then you wouldn' t get hurt | |
| Get off your horse and on your p' s and beware | |
| Of images you seein, did deceiving, you' re scared | |
| And even more shook up than the scenes that' s near | |
| I' m dice raw, sting the inside of your mouth like a cold sore | |
| Who wanna piece, well it' s round one, let' s begin | |
| I got a gun that' s don' t bust, it just suck niggaz in | |
| I got shit that' ll have you beggin me to shoot ya | |
| I' m the professor, you rock a dunce cap, go get a tutor | |
| black thought | |
| Yo, okay computer, radiohead' s knock to the | |
| Future shock like kurtis, at your service | |
| None other than, the fifth governing playin the cut again | |
| Y' all clueless to what the fuck is up again | |
| Yo, hard times and sufferin | |
| What, my peoples in the crevices strugglin | |
| ' nuff of them ? untie? soldier thespian | |
| But i' m from the next eon, supreme being that' s unseen for mc' n | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| malik b | |
| Yo, they all around me ' round me | |
| On my head, they got a bounty | |
| I' m tryin to get this bell up so i can flee your county | |
| Triplesix, come in my mix, flood it wit tricks | |
| I' m sharper than rough spoons for icepicks | |
| Niggaz price bricks till dawn, if the money is long | |
| Cats who play strong will inhale, then go play bong | |
| You wrong son, you thought i wasn' t droppin a ton | |
| Sit and think about the way i wanna tally a sum | |
| dice raw | |
| Aiyyo i sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you | |
| from over there in them bushes, i chilled and watched you | |
| Dancin all dolly as you pussy for them folly | |
| I knock you out wit one punch from me you been alied | |
| I float like hovercrafts and sting like vaccinations | |
| When my name said out loud, you' ll lose your concentration | |
| Dice raw, diceraw, you wanna take it | |
| Otherwise, fuck you gon' do? | |
| That' s what i thought, nada, nothing, caput, zero | |
| Rough as sandpaper but still smooth as a tiptoe | |
| Raw' s takin over, baby don' t tell me you ain' t know | |
| A lot of kids can rap but you fuckin wit the pros | |
| black thought | |
| Namsayin, y' all know the legendary roots crew, it' s like | |
| Chorus to fade |