Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dilated Peoples
Performer
Noelle
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Perretta
Composer
Rakaa Taylor
Composer
Chris Oroc
Composer
Alan Maman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dilated Peoples
Recording Engineer
The Alchemist
Producer
Keiran Walsh
Recording Engineer
Keiran Walsh At D & D Studios
Recording Engineer
Jeremy Mackenzie
Assistant Recording Engineer
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Mixing Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Letra
[Verse 1]
Make 'em clap to this
(To show our appreciation for your support)
Make 'em clap to this
Thank you, DJ's
(Dilated)
[Verse 2]
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
[Verse 3]
Yo, first up, I stay updated
Stay in the zone, and no question, stay dilated
Understand, I exercise patience (Right, right)
Respect my path, 'cause this road, these cats paved it
(Set it off)
Now that we've got that straight, it's time to move on
I don't train for sprints, I train for marathons
A long haul, we're built for this
It's proven, every year more people cop our shit
[Verse 4]
The point I'm gettin' at, we're buildin' an army
Couldn't thank 'em enough, for real, I feel strongly
Right now, we're parked in a comfortable spot
By 2004, we out to own the whole lot (Out for the top)
To settle for less, the short change
So we keep our heads with us as there's more to gain
And with, war is pain, so we roll the dice
It's all for the love, but some pay for the ultimate price
(Check it out, y'all)
[Verse 5]
Yo, they go off when they go on
On and on, on and on (Marathon)
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself
Yo, they go off when they go on
On and on, on and on (Marathon)
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit, or run through it
[Verse 6]
I crack my own tooth, man, rap's a tool
Just to spit crowns, will leave your head wrapped with jewels
Respect that, even if you don't respect that
Label politics are just a minor set back
As long as we're willin' and the heart is still in it
In the marathon, the artist will win it
Even though they want me to bite my tongue
Where I'm comin' from, it's like "Fuck that, I'll still win it"
[Verse 7]
The long run separates the weak and strong one
Never underestimate how deep the songs run
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself
Clap your hands
Your hands, you clap
Expansion team rap, then expand the map
With endurance, intellect, cardiovascular
Stamina, Rakaa's a party flow master like this
[Verse 8]
Yo, they go off when they go on
On and on, on and on (Marathon)
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself
Yo, they go off when they go on
On and on, on and on (Marathon)
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit, or run through it
[Verse 9]
I'm like Axel, when they kill Mike for the bearer bonds
Driven to fight, livin' in the marathon
Some can't carry on, they're tired or feel ill
But in the end, real soldiers are still will
Sometimes, it's just spectators and gladiators
Same party next year, haters congratulate us
To Buddy Princess and Jalen, congratulations
This year, there's less funerals than graduations
[Verse 10]
Yo, pace myself 'cause sagas continue
Standing ovations, Dilated blows up every venue
A new era, placed first, style pursuing
The shoe fits? Wear it
It's based off you and
Your off-beat DJ
Anything he play
Sounds like Babu pulled the plug with no delay
It's homestretch
I've saved my last breath
I pushed full throttle, no rest till nothing's left
It's a marathon
[Verse 11]
Yo, they go off when they go on
On and on, on and on (Marathon)
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself
Yo, they go off when they go on
On and on, on and on (Marathon)
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit, or run through it
[Verse 12]
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
[Verse 13]
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Check it
[Verse 14]
Expansion Team forever
And the Alchemist
Written by: Alan Maman, Chris Oroc, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor