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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tracey Moore
Tracey Moore
Vocals
Knuckles
Knuckles
Percussion
Black Thought
Black Thought
Vocals
Jef Lee Johnson
Jef Lee Johnson
Guitar
Kamal Gray
Kamal Gray
Keyboards
Leonard Hubbard
Leonard Hubbard
Bass
Questlove
Questlove
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Songwriter
Karriem Riggins
Karriem Riggins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kareem da bawl
Kareem da bawl
Producer
Jon Smeltz
Jon Smeltz
Recording Engineer
Jim Bottari
Jim Bottari
Recording Engineer
Vince Dilorenzo
Vince Dilorenzo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Gordon Gass
Gordon Gass
Assistant Recording Engineer
Robert "LB" Dorsey
Robert "LB" Dorsey
Recording Engineer
James McCrone
James McCrone
Assistant Recording Engineer
Russell "The Dragon" Elevado
Russell "The Dragon" Elevado
Mixing Engineer
Richard Nichols
Richard Nichols
Mixing Engineer
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh Don't stop tonight (Uhh, don't stop yo) (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah) You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah (Give it everything you got, yo) (Once again it's time, it's time) It's time to ride (It's time to ride, ride, ride) 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 people's 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 Though, 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 natural, I'm mad thorough Poet for hired pack metal, you feel me? Don't stop tonight (Uhh, don't stop yo) (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah) You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah (Give it everything you got yo) (Once again it's time, it's time) It's time to ride (It's time to ride, ride, ride) 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, disadvantageous, 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 thing Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, General Hannibal speak The understandable diabolique, animal style Out of your dreams, kids, you're proud that you've seen this Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genius Inject you with the broke down English The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is? Kareem beat's makin' me fiendish Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it, nigga Don't stop tonight (Uhh, don't stop yo) (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo) You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah (C'mon, give it everything you got yo) (Once again it's time, it's time) It's time to ride (It's time to ride, ride, ride) Yo, the rebel Che Guevara, you felt another date You better don't copped off, create it just saved 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 a crab, keep the passion in it Blow, 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 Hella, thought known as the cure for cancer Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther Man to man, hammer cocked, blocked 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 Think about my music, is it ain't shit like y'all? Though, diesel like a twenty-eight inch python You know, what I was sayin'? When I'm on the mic, there won't be no delayin' Don't stop tonight (Uhh, don't stop yo) (Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo) You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah (C'mon, give it everything you got yo) (Once again it's time, it's time) It's time to ride (It's time to ride, ride, ride)
Writer(s): 0, Ahmir K. Thompson, Tarik L. Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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