Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michaela Jaé
Vocals
Billy Porter
Vocals
Mykal Kilgore
Vocals
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Drum Programming
Amber Gray
Vocals
Gizel Jimenez
Vocals
Jasmine Cephas Jones
Vocals
Julia Harriman
Vocals
Kenita Miller
Vocals
Sasha Hutchings
Vocals
Elizondo
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eisa Davis
Songwriter
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Songwriter
Sol Yurick
Based on the Work of
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eisa Davis
Producer
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Producer
Alex Wilder
Assistant Recording Engineer
Erica Block
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joseph Pomarico
Assistant Recording Engineer
Henry Reinach
Vocal Recording Engineer
Ross Owen
Vocal Recording Engineer
Tucker Andrew
Vocal Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Justin Francis
Recording Engineer
Andrew Keller
Vocal Recording Engineer
joey raia
Vocal Recording Engineer
Ben Miller
Vocal Recording Engineer
Craig Kallman
Executive Producer
Craig Rosen
Executive Producer
Elizondo
Producer
Nas
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Who is this?
Damn!
Watch out
Oh shit!
[Chorus]
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?
[Refrain]
If it isn't the Warriors
Little baby murderers
If it isn't the Warriors
Little lady murderers
[Verse 1]
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?
[Verse 2]
Well, my mother wasn't much
But she taught me just enough
Not to be afraid of any motherfuckers on skates
[Verse 3]
Hey yo, what the fuck?
Since when is she with us?
Go back to the gutter with your late night dates!
[Verse 4]
Yo, you gonna let the Ringling Brothers
Pop wheelies around us
And read us to pieces?
[Verse 5]
They took Cleon, our leader, now leave us alone
We didn't kill Cyrus, we're tryna get home
[Verse 6]
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
[PreChorus]
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
[Chorus]
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'
[Bridge]
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?
[Verse 7]
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
[PreChorus]
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
[Chorus]
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'
[Outro]
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
Written by: Eisa Davis, Lin-Manuel Miranda