Everybody calls me the quiet one
You can see but you can't hear me
Everybody calls me the quiet one
You can try but you can't get near me
I ain't never had the gift of gab
But I can't talk with my eyes
When words fail me you won't nail me
My eyes can tell you lies
Still waters run deep so be careful I don't drown you
You've got nothing to hear I've got nothing to say
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But names can never down you
It only takes two words to blow you away
Everybody calls me the quiet one
But you just don't understand
You can't listen you won't hear me
With your head stuck in the sand
I ain't never had time for words that don't rhyme
My headd is in a cloud
I ain't quiet - everybody else is too loud
Still waters run deep so be careful I don't drown you
You've got nothing to hear I've got nothing to say
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But names can never down you
It only takes two words to blow you away.

Everybody calls me the quiet one
You can see but you can't hear me
Everybody calls me the quiet one
You can try but you can't get near me
I ain't never had the gift of gab
But I can't talk with my eyes
When words fail me you won't nail me
My eyes can tell you lies
Still waters run deep so be careful I don't drown you
You've got nothing to hear I've got nothing to say
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But names can never down you
It only takes two words to blow you away
Everybody calls me the quiet one
But you just don't understand
You can't listen you won't hear me
With your head stuck in the sand
I ain't never had time for words that don't rhyme
My headd is in a cloud
I ain't quiet - everybody else is too loud
Still waters run deep so be careful I don't drown you
You've got nothing to hear I've got nothing to say
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But names can never down you

Everybody calls me the quiet one
You can see but you can't hear me
Everybody calls me the quiet one
You can try but you can't get near me
I ain't never had the gift of gab
But I can't talk with my eyes
When words fail me you won't nail me
My eyes can tell you lies
Still waters run deep so be careful I don't drown you
You've got nothing to hear I've got nothing to say
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But names can never down you
It only takes two words to blow you away
Everybody calls me the quiet one
But you just don't understand
You can't listen you won't hear me
With your head stuck in the sand
I ain't never had time for words that don't rhyme
My headd is in a cloud
I ain't quiet - everybody else is too loud
Still waters run deep so be careful I don't drown you
You've got nothing to hear I've got nothing to say
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But names can never down you
It only takes two words to blow you away.

Aww yeah
What I like the brothers and sisters
In the audience to do right about now
Including y'all in the back
I want you to snap your fingers like this, c'mon, c'mon
Aww, c'mon, I know y'all got rhythm, c'mon
Everybody snap your fingers like this
Every single soul, c'mon
Aww, what's goin' on right about here is center stage
It's about a brotha, it's what a brotha does
When he's gettin' ready for a date, ha ha, yeah
My mom likes to call it 'The Gettin''
She calls it 'The getting'' because the brotha's gettin' slick
Gettin' ready, gettin' snazzy
Gettin' prepared for a dinner
And gettin' prepared for an even mo' betta dessert
If you understand what I'm talking about?
I think this sista and brotha know
What I'm talking about, check this out
Gettin' jazzy, gettin' snazzy, alright
But you probably ain't gettin' it on, oh yeah
Brotha man, brotha man
Brotha man thinks he's gonna knock boots tonight
You know what I'm talkin' about?
I think brotha man think he's gonna
Do the nasty tonight, alright? I think brotha man thinks he's gonna
Umm, hit the skins tonight
If you know what I'm talking about, alright
I said, "Yo baby, yo baby, yo baby, yo uh", yeah
Ah, but the sistas ain't down
With that type of stuff no mo', you see
They decided, yo
We ain't gotta have materialism type of stuff
We want somethin' mo' than that
Am I right sistas?
Ah yeah, so you know, um
Brotha man is wearing the most expensive clothes
The most expensive watch
The most expensive Calvin Klein jeans
And all those type of thang
But the sistas don't give a dang
Because a sista's got her own thang goin' on
She wants a real man, you know what I'm talking about, yeah
Well, I tried to tell the brotha
I said, "Brotha man, sistas don't want that type
Of thang in the black community anymore"
We lookin' for somethin' a little bit deeper
Gettin' jazzy, gettin' snazzy
But you probably ain't gettin' it on
Oh, gettin' jazzy, gettin' snazzy
But you probably ain't gettin' it on

Words were on the wall
They go down
Go around
They go down
Go around
Scratched with smells
They go down
Go around
Voices
Distant lawyers maybe
Presenting a falsehood
Like monkeys on evil organs
Grinding malevolent music
Turning into fever
Turning into pain
Stabbing the red brain
In the white bone room
They go down
They go down and go around
They go down
Go around
Say it so they say it
Say it so they
They go down
They go down
All around
I feel a trembling
Inside
I...
Feel a trembling
Deep inside
They go down
Go all around
They...
Go down
And all around
Tremblin'
Deep inside
And the black cloud is forming
Black cloud is forming
All around me
They go down
go around, go around, go around
Words were on the wall
Scratched with smells
The dullness
Of the imprisoned men's room attendant
Go around, go around
I feel a trembling
Inside
I...
Feel a tremblin'
Deep inside
They go down
Go all around
They...
Go down
And all around
Go around, go around, go around