| Song | Rhythm Sticks (Album Version) |
| Artist | Blackalicious |
| Album | The Craft |
| 作词 : T. Parker/X. Mosley | |
| 作曲 : T. Parker/X. Mosley | |
| Rhythm Sticks | |
| Rhythm Sticks | |
| Get 'em | |
| Go | |
| (Repeat 8 times) | |
| [Verse One] | |
| Go from out the gate | |
| The Great | |
| Create the styles that dwell within | |
| The flow no doubt will wake you take you | |
| Acres aways well within | |
| The sacred space | |
| The place | |
| Where we awaken | |
| From this hell within | |
| If you ain't heard about my crew | |
| I guess I have to spell it then | |
| B | |
| B is for the beat you knock | |
| While puffin on you L | |
| L is for the lyrics on the beat that have to gel | |
| A | |
| A is for the absolute that dwells | |
| Everywhere you can't C | |
| C C C C | |
| C is for creating that is if you're in the K | |
| K is for the knownin' which will bring us back to A | |
| A as in another A and then another L | |
| I hope you follow me me me me | |
| I as in myself | |
| Myself and me | |
| C cultivate and capture | |
| Put a cease | |
| To I | |
| Ignorance cause ignorance must die | |
| Die die die | |
| Fly away make us free | |
| Free free free | |
| O | |
| O is for the oneness that is U | |
| U U U U | |
| U is universal like the sound your listenin' to | |
| S | |
| Essence of the spirit in the music that opens up | |
| The Chi Chi Chi | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| [Verse Two] | |
| Up and | |
| Down the trails | |
| Of many styles we can go | |
| What's in | |
| Store for the future | |
| Doubt that we can know | |
| But in | |
| Ourself we can create | |
| And we can grow | |
| To be a vessel | |
| For these days days days days | |
| Touchin'the moon and stars | |
| With such a cosmic glow | |
| Rushin' | |
| MCs that end up in the hospital | |
| It's nothin' | |
| Sometimes it's simply how it's got to go | |
| That's if you suckas want to play play play play | |
| It's such an | |
| Inebriating feeling | |
| To be creatin' really | |
| It really makes me feel free | |
| You think this ain't the real thing | |
| Then you just can't be listenin' | |
| To what my ears are hearin' | |
| There ain't no way way way | |
| Pitchin' | |
| So twisted if you're hittin' | |
| Nigga it isn't pretty | |
| Wittier inner dealings | |
| Committed venom deadly | |
| All in your inner city | |
| I'll spit it when I'm ready | |
| Don't make me spray spray spray | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| [Verse Three] | |
| Now this is not | |
| Your average | |
| Everyday tune | |
| It is in tune | |
| With frequencies | |
| Speakin' through me | |
| And keep reachin' | |
| Way out to you | |
| Seekin' to find | |
| The triple I | |
| Mastery through | |
| The rhythm sticks | |
| Given to listeners | |
| Rendered prisoners | |
| To the mu-mu-mu-mu-music | |
| Inner centered | |
| Vessel astral planning travelers | |
| Sent to this dimension here | |
| To inform the whole planet earth | |
| Time is runnin' out | |
| At any moment death it can occur | |
| Celebrate the moment fully | |
| This is what you have it for | |
| Avid rap fanatic | |
| Magic | |
| Add it and subtract it | |
| Rabid | |
| Mathematic patterns | |
| The sporadic | |
| Manic anthem | |
| Static | |
| Cannot have a chance | |
| Enchanted random | |
| Valiant chantin' | |
| And some | |
| Gallant cabbage grabbin' | |
| Stackin' | |
| Hammer slammin' | |
| Captain | |
| Stabbin talent lackin; | |
| Yappin' | |
| Slackin' | |
| Rappers | |
| Smack 'em | |
| Backwards | |
| Ballads | |
| Tackles | |
| Actors | |
| Savage | |
| At this | |
| Bammer crap is damned and banished | |
| Lavish | |
| Fans will go bananas | |
| And command | |
| Some Gab | |
| A master at this | |
| Transcendental gathering | |
| Of rhythm sticks |
| zuò cí : T. Parker X. Mosley | |
| zuò qǔ : T. Parker X. Mosley | |
| Rhythm Sticks | |
| Rhythm Sticks | |
| Get ' em | |
| Go | |
| Repeat 8 times | |
| Verse One | |
| Go from out the gate | |
| The Great | |
| Create the styles that dwell within | |
| The flow no doubt will wake you take you | |
| Acres aways well within | |
| The sacred space | |
| The place | |
| Where we awaken | |
| From this hell within | |
| If you ain' t heard about my crew | |
| I guess I have to spell it then | |
| B | |
| B is for the beat you knock | |
| While puffin on you L | |
| L is for the lyrics on the beat that have to gel | |
| A | |
| A is for the absolute that dwells | |
| Everywhere you can' t C | |
| C C C C | |
| C is for creating that is if you' re in the K | |
| K is for the knownin' which will bring us back to A | |
| A as in another A and then another L | |
| I hope you follow me me me me | |
| I as in myself | |
| Myself and me | |
| C cultivate and capture | |
| Put a cease | |
| To I | |
| Ignorance cause ignorance must die | |
| Die die die | |
| Fly away make us free | |
| Free free free | |
| O | |
| O is for the oneness that is U | |
| U U U U | |
| U is universal like the sound your listenin' to | |
| S | |
| Essence of the spirit in the music that opens up | |
| The Chi Chi Chi | |
| CHORUS | |
| Verse Two | |
| Up and | |
| Down the trails | |
| Of many styles we can go | |
| What' s in | |
| Store for the future | |
| Doubt that we can know | |
| But in | |
| Ourself we can create | |
| And we can grow | |
| To be a vessel | |
| For these days days days days | |
| Touchin' the moon and stars | |
| With such a cosmic glow | |
| Rushin' | |
| MCs that end up in the hospital | |
| It' s nothin' | |
| Sometimes it' s simply how it' s got to go | |
| That' s if you suckas want to play play play play | |
| It' s such an | |
| Inebriating feeling | |
| To be creatin' really | |
| It really makes me feel free | |
| You think this ain' t the real thing | |
| Then you just can' t be listenin' | |
| To what my ears are hearin' | |
| There ain' t no way way way | |
| Pitchin' | |
| So twisted if you' re hittin' | |
| Nigga it isn' t pretty | |
| Wittier inner dealings | |
| Committed venom deadly | |
| All in your inner city | |
| I' ll spit it when I' m ready | |
| Don' t make me spray spray spray | |
| CHORUS | |
| Verse Three | |
| Now this is not | |
| Your average | |
| Everyday tune | |
| It is in tune | |
| With frequencies | |
| Speakin' through me | |
| And keep reachin' | |
| Way out to you | |
| Seekin' to find | |
| The triple I | |
| Mastery through | |
| The rhythm sticks | |
| Given to listeners | |
| Rendered prisoners | |
| To the mumumumumusic | |
| Inner centered | |
| Vessel astral planning travelers | |
| Sent to this dimension here | |
| To inform the whole planet earth | |
| Time is runnin' out | |
| At any moment death it can occur | |
| Celebrate the moment fully | |
| This is what you have it for | |
| Avid rap fanatic | |
| Magic | |
| Add it and subtract it | |
| Rabid | |
| Mathematic patterns | |
| The sporadic | |
| Manic anthem | |
| Static | |
| Cannot have a chance | |
| Enchanted random | |
| Valiant chantin' | |
| And some | |
| Gallant cabbage grabbin' | |
| Stackin' | |
| Hammer slammin' | |
| Captain | |
| Stabbin talent lackin | |
| Yappin' | |
| Slackin' | |
| Rappers | |
| Smack ' em | |
| Backwards | |
| Ballads | |
| Tackles | |
| Actors | |
| Savage | |
| At this | |
| Bammer crap is damned and banished | |
| Lavish | |
| Fans will go bananas | |
| And command | |
| Some Gab | |
| A master at this | |
| Transcendental gathering | |
| Of rhythm sticks |