Lyrics: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Eisa Davis
Music: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Eisa Davis
Producer: Mike Elizondo/Lin-Manuel Miranda/Eisa Davis
Who is this?
Damn!
Watch out
Oh shit!
Get off the train! Get off the train!
Go! Go!
The world's on fire and there ain't no rain, go!
Go! Go!
Get off the train! Get off the train!
Go! Go!
We're the Hurricanes, no time to explain, girl
Go! Go!
Get off the train! Get off the train!
Go! Go!
The world's on fire and there ain't no rain, go!
Go! Go!
Get off the train! Get off the train!
Go! Go!
We're the Hurricanes, no time to explain!
Go! What?
If it isn't the Warriors
Little baby murderers
If it isn't the Warriors
Little lady murderers
We heard what you did
And this city will never forgive what you did
And you won't do a bid
There's a price on your head for the shit that you did
How do we address our guests
In their doodoo shit brown vests?
Lookin' like beef jerky, pressed
Mother must be so distressed
Check, check, is this mic on?
Why'd you kill our icon?
When you have no friends?
How do you think this ends?
Well, my mother wasn't much
But she taught me just enough
Not to be afraid of any mother****ers on skates
Hey yo, what the ****?
Since when is she with us?
Go back to the gutter with your late night dates!
Yo, you gonna let the Ringling Brothers
Pop wheelies around us
And read us to pieces?
They took Cleon, our leader, now leave us alone
We didn't kill Cyrus, we're tryna get home
Oh, so you're innocent
These Warriors say they're innocent
Were you ever gonna tell someone?
Or can you only run, run, run?
Running makes you look guilty
Every crew in the city assumes that you're guilty
And on God, you look filthy
Dirty, grimy, salty, silty
You got sum to say, let 'em know
If you 'bout sum, let it show
Holdin' on to the past, let it go
Let the people know!
If you wanna survive, burn bright
Light 'em up and blaze through the night
If you know sum, make it known
'Cause quiet girls don't make it home
Quiet girls don't make it home
Quiet girls don't make it home
Quiet girls don't make it home
Quiet, shh, now learn sum'
Dong, dong
Stand clear of the closing doors this evening!
Dong, dong
We're here and we won't be ignored this evening!
Dong, dong
Ah, your enemies approach and the doors are closin'!
Dong, dong
Yo, whatcha gonna do, stand there, frozen?
Girl, I was just like you, thinkin', "What did I do to deserve this hate?"
Girl, ya give me déja vu when you shake like you won't survive this fate
A streetlamp leaves an arc of light
But folks go missin' in the park at night
We live at the edge of the dark, but we still make a mark 'cause we spark and we are who we are
You got sum to say, let 'em know, if you 'bout sum, let it show, holdin' on to the past, let it go
Let the people know!
If you wanna survive, burn bright
Light 'em up and blaze through the night
If you know sum', make it known
'Cause quiet girls don't make it home
Quiet girls don't make it home
Quiet girls don't make it home
Quiet girls don't make it home
Quiet, shh, now learn sum'
Go on, get
Don't let 'em see you sweat
Go out, show and prove
But don't you steal our groove
Burn brighter, burn higher
Go and get some gray's papaya
Stand up for you and yours
Stand clear of the closing doors
Recording Assistant: Alex Wilder/Erica Block/Joseph Pomarico
Keyboard: Mike Elizondo
Vocals: Amber Gray/Billy Porter/Gizel Jiménez/Jasmine Cephas-Jones/Julia Harriman/Kenita Miller/Michaela Jaé/Mykal Kilgore/Sasha Hutchings
Supervisor: Craig Kallman/Craig Rosen/Lin-Manuel Miranda/Nas
Artist Production Coordinator: Pete Ganbarg/Riggs Morales
Mastering Engineer: Chris Gehringer
Recording Engineer: Justin Francis
Vocal Recording Engineer: Andrew Keller/Joey Raia
Drum Programming: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Mike Elizondo
Vocal Recording: Kurt Crowley
Mixing Engineer: Justin Francis