制作

出演艺人
The Roots
The Roots
表演者
Leonard Hubbard
Leonard Hubbard
低音吉他
Black Thought
Black Thought
声乐
Fatin Dantzler
Fatin Dantzler
声乐
Kamal Gray
Kamal Gray
键盘
Malik B.
Malik B.
声乐
阿何米尔哈利普“寻爱”·汤普森
阿何米尔哈利普“寻爱”·汤普森
Tracey Moore
Tracey Moore
声乐
作曲和作词
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
词曲作者
Tariq Trotter
Tariq Trotter
词曲作者
Leonard Hubbard
Leonard Hubbard
词曲作者
Smart Abdul-Basit
Smart Abdul-Basit
词曲作者
James Grey
James Grey
词曲作者
Marion Lewis
Marion Lewis
词曲作者
制作和工程
The Grand Negaz
The Grand Negaz
制作人
Richard Nichols
Richard Nichols
混音工程师
Black Thought
Black Thought
混音工程师
Chaos
Chaos
混音工程师
David Ivory
David Ivory
录音工程师
Kelo
Kelo
混音工程师
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
混音工程师
阿何米尔哈利普“寻爱”·汤普森
阿何米尔哈利普“寻爱”·汤普森
混音工程师
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
母带工程师

歌词

One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two
Check it, yeah, yeah
If you seen it or heard it, maybe, probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not, I admit what I committed
Exhibit the truth because I'm livin' proof why
I had no disguise tryin' to vocalize
Dig it
Look through the window, tell me what you see?
The M-Illatant school of philosophy
Where **** get dealt wit' mental velocity
Connect my sentences and thoughts like apostrophes
You represent hypocrisy, it ain't no stoppin' me
Until I fulfill my term of my prophecy
My attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet? Triggers, who quick to pull it?
The anti-bullshitter, Islamic extortioner
You're the forfeiter unfortunately
**** who wanna gyp me
I cause humidity, so come and get me
I'm simply the cat to lay back, I chill and watch you
The silent ninja intends to injure, now I got you
Sanity was lost, so now I'm found insane
I'm thinkin' streets to Jeeps — hours, days to weeks
I even speak to geeks, I hold my fortune, it's sweet
I'm discreet in the streets, but that's just the way I play, though
I lay low, but over your head just like a halo
Hell's angel, these thoughts you cannot untangle
When I drop jewels, ****, they wear it like a bangle
Check it out, one time for your mind like that!
If you seen it or heard it, maybe, probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not, I admit what I committed
Exhibit the truth because I'm livin' proof why
I had no disguise, no verdicts, no alibis
Dig it
Look into the window, tell me what you see?
Lieutenant university of philosophy
Where you not possibly escapin' what I'm meditatin'
My shackle of thought tackle you while I'm educatin'
Your dome resonatin' from inhalation of darkness
As I spark the smart shit for which you’re waitin'
Situatin' me at the top of the pile
Wild Delaware Val', Pennsylvanian sub-terranean style
Step up into my crevice and taste the medicine of the
Champagne King like Evelyn, leavin' you leveled and sabotaged
It's all camouflaged like the devil and guns
And coke peddlin', Olympic meddlin' flashback
That of a war veteran blast at
The programmer bringin' lashes 'cross your back
On some accuracy of a brainwashed Bosnian troop
That swooped down through your roof without sound
On a lyrical Nat Turner mission, reactin' off of intuition
Continuously alert, no intermission
If your ears hurt, you shouldn't listen
That mean you artificial, and my style'll poison your brain tissue
Gettin' maimed and crippled once the gamma rays hit you
My grain's habitual, and I should never go against
The ritual I've been masterin' ever since
I was among the flavored youth, remain sharper than a saber tooth
My deliverance is self-evidence
Vit-al lyric-al science, now!
See, if you seen it or heard it, maybe, probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not, I admit what I committed
Exhibit the truth because I'm livin' proof why
I had no disguise, no verdicts, no alibi
If you seen it or heard it, maybe, probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not, I admit what I committed
Exhibit the truth because I'm livin' proof why
I had no disguise tryin' to vocalize, yeah
Yo, who knows what you snorted?
Or who support what you recorded?
But don't get it distorted, in this orbit you're aborted
This authentic, sorted shit's imported, exported
Styles, they get sported, my paragraphs’ aortic
Behold, the illest medley lock you in a choke hold
Illadelph epilogue — top league, plush, plus en vogue
Slice tongues from your area code
Student of life that's on the rugged-exterior mode
Blind a devil with the bold, black and gold shine
I walk the thin line and hold mine, let the people respond
It's mind detect mind, swine decline, let the power refine
Build like it's 1999
In this day and time, the reptilian roam the sextillion ton
Your Armageddon gwan come from the sun
Untouchable cuts that's unclutchable for some to overstand
So y'all sit back and wonder, "Damn!"
I'd like to take this time to tell you who I am
Original man, Black Thought A.K.A. Lieutenant
Malik B.'ll be the M-Illatant
Known to vanish in the atmosphere, we up there like the stratos
Word life!
If you seen it or heard it, maybe, probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not, I admit what I committed
Exhibit the truth because I'm livin' proof why
I had no disguise, and no alibi
So, if you seen it or heard it, maybe, probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not, I admit what I committed
Exhibit the truth because I'm livin' proof why
I had no disguise tryin' to vocalize, we got no alibi
Written by: Ahmir Thompson, Jimmy Grey, Leonard Hubbard, Smart Abdul-Basit, Tariq Trotter
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