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Quills
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Quills was released on November 26, 2002 by Geffen as a part of the album Phrenology
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Release DateNovember 26, 2002
LabelGeffen
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Music Video

Music Video

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
Tariq Trotter
Tariq 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

Lyrics

Yeah...
Uh...
Uh... uh... uh...
Don't stop (Uh, don't stop, ya'll)
To ask (Cheeba cheeba, ya'll, sure shot, ya'll)
You know it's finally time to take, at last
(Give it everything you got, ya'll)
(Once again it's time, it's time) It's time to 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 in Wranglers, Fifth still in the chamber
Shit, I'm scientific but my reflex's gangsta
Pull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement
To bust 'nuff talons if my people's in danger
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter
Hoverin' government agents, we muscle the language
What 'Riq spit will leave your shit in utter amazement
I'm high, brolics call it contagious
The shit The Roots started got these other artists goin' through changes
My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish
Y'all **** on the titty in your formative stages
It's 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, a vault 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 thorough
Poet for hire, pack metal
You feel me?
Don't stop (Uh, don't stop, ya'll)
To ask (Cheeba cheeba, ya'll, sure shot, y'all)
You know it's finally time to take, at last
(Huh? Give it everything you got, yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride, ride
Yo, the load heavy
We walk around a little edgy, all ready and steady
Withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures
**** mad from them cattle sandwiches and swine
Crime, hard times, disadvantages – man, listen
The story in the ghetto the same
Seem like it's just some things that never'll change
Give birth to a style and won't give it a name
Talk 'bout consciousness, it's a different thang
Envision a king, the honorable 'Riq, General Hannibal speak
That understandable diabolique animal style
Out of your dreams, kid, you prob'ly've seen this
Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genius
Inject you with the broke down English
The most freshest and cleanest'Riq Geez, guess what the theme is
Karriem beats makin' me fiendish
Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real, make me believe it, ****
Don't stop (Uh, don't stop, ya'll)
To ask (Cheeba cheeba, ya'll, sure shot, ya'll)
You know it's finally time to take, at last
(C'mon, give it everything you got, yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride... ride...
Yo, the rebel Che Guevara
You felt another debut better?
Don't cop Thought's Theatre, 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 craft, keep it passionate
Black, kissin' my tablet with firing pins
Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen
MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again
Must have seen the face in the news, it's gots to been
Handler; Thought known as a cure for cancer
Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther
Man to man, hammer cocked, locked in stand-off
Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall
Yo, I hold a 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 (Heh, heh)
You know what I'm saying?
When I'm on the mic, there won't be no delayin'
Don't stop (Uh, don't stop, ya'll)
To ask (Cheeba cheeba, ya'll, sure shot, ya'll)
You know it's finally time to take, at last
(Give it everything you got, yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time to ride)
It's time to ride... ride... ride... ride... ride... ride... ride... ride... ride...
Written by: Karriem Riggins, Tariq Trotter
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