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from Tricky 3집 - Pre Millennium Tension (1996)
This is a matter of utmost urgency
You might even call it a policy emergency Suckers got ill when they finally heard that you Wasn't sellin' out, they tried to murder me Reached for my Jenny like a troops supposed to do Never let a sucker get too close to you Heard 'em comin' up behind the wall They saw the whites of his eyes, the first one had to fall Another burn creeped up the fire escape Trying to sneak, I guess he snuck too late Lookin' like a scene from Real Life Vice So when his head fell apart like a block of solid ice Him easy does it, come to think of it Deep paranoid but his wasn't as fast as mine I heard the phone ring, should I answer? This is gettin' serious as terminal cancer And that is the final stage, my primal rage Began to rise and I started to fantasize How many more might try to rush the door And grass their warrior, hell, I ain't stayin' I opened the back door and felt the sunlight Summer night heat saw a bunch of bulbs Wearin' white sheets, what else could it mean ? I know it ain't Halloween The cross in the background burnin' made an ill scene First I was panicky, then I was angry Funky people had a rope ready to hang me Now who am I supposed to be? Eddie Spagetti? You come Vic Rob G. anytime you're ready? Fuck that, they had me trapped so I rushed back They tried to bust me but they don't have enough caps I dipped, dived, slipped, slid, they missed me I had to move quick or they was bound to get me One bullet grazed me, that didn't faze me What could I say? I was havin' a fucked up day Stood and took aim, my finger on the trigger I shouted "Now let me hear you say nigger!" Well anyway, nobody spoke I went for a broke The place was all clouded up from gun smoke Then everything got quite, I don't buy it A second ago we had a riot They must be plannin' attack or settin' a trap Whatever the case you won't get this black Now I'm on the edge and there's no denyin' it Whatever the hell might work I'm tryin' it Thought I was a target but they could get right quite But I ain't goin' out like no statistic Another number, made me wonder How many other brothers they put under I sat in the dark real still for a long time Didn't make a sound cos I've got a strong mind Made my way to the street, it was day break Must've fallen asleep, but for Pete's sake I didn't see the enemy trying to put an end to me The night before, my finger trigger was sore I went in the house to get a fresh clip And then I woke up in shit It's just a bad dream |
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from Brokedown Palace (브로크다운 팰리스) by David Newman [ost] (1999)
Look who do I have to have and why A city's child Real mode- you have to talk about it An old pro- still we're 'bout it, 'bout it Don't frown about it It's best you keep quiet You could never lead a riot Money don't make you a leader A leader usually reads Go read a book He shaked then he s "I need that crack, I need that crack" You're swingin' the pipe Do what you like Goin' "doom doom" Reflect on the room Reflect on your life Go stab yourself with a knife Reflect on your life Time isn't real How much time Can you kill? Reflect on your life Time isn't real How much time Can you kill? Tricky: Vengeance isn't mine It taught to hate from time Time isn't real How much time can you kill? Luca Brazzi He sleeps with the fishes Fuck sugar and spice And girls with deadly kisses Purr like a cat Raising towers I go over her house For the most I got diamonds on suits A girl's erased diamonds with new shoes Remember Hollywood You could finally make deals Screamin', "Nigger you can get these!" Stereotypical Almost mythical Like Mickey Mouse I'll blow down your house Blow up your whole image Hardcore musicians with image Love You're silver screen You're a hardcore lovin' machine You play hardcore with me And sooner or later we'll see Reflect on your life Time isn't real How much time Can you kill? Reflect on your life Time isn't real How much time Can you kill? Reflect on your life Time isn't real How much time Can you kill? Reflect on your life Time isn't real How much time Can you kill? Reflect on your life Time isn't real How much time Can you kill? Reflect on your life Time isn't real How much time Can you kill |
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from Queen Of The Damned (퀸 오브 뱀파이어) by Richard Gibbs [ost] (2002)
I believe in
I deceive in Bottom weaving I can breathe in Make a wish in Flower fishing Moving vibration Mild relation I'm jamaican on your radio station Got a curse in Could be worse in You first In a hearse in Good as dead in Nothing left in Nothing left in Some be heading I need a head rest in And a feed from a warm breast A man making hits For the childhood of hicks Underground like Who's it sound like You all sound the same But you don't know my name I believe in people lying I believe in people dying I believe in people trying I believe in people crying Ah I believe in people balking I believe in people talking Ah I believe in people breathing I believe in people being We all sound the same You don't know my name Rearrange and Things don't change Things remain Feel the strain Stress Catch my breath (There'll be a new tale of) Get some rest (He and I) From the mess (In fact any time) I couldn't care less (Every day) Sugar cane (Write fictional stories) Is like smack to my vein Shook fame (If you want to) But I don't complain (On the street) I believe in different reasons I believe in breath through seasons I believe when snow flakes fall I believe in buildings tall Ah I believe in people bombing I believe in people warring I believe diseases coming I believe that's why I'm running Ah Keep living Ah Keep living You gotta ask (There'll be a new tale of) Before he attacks (He and I) You got the flats (In fact any time) Dub my sacks (Every day) You've got the city (Writing fictional stories) Move out of the country I'm scrunching (If you want to) Friends that are punchy (On the street) I believe in people falling I believe in people warring I believe diseases coming I believe that's why I'm running Ah I believe in people balking I believe in people talking Ah I believe in people breathing I believe in people being Ah Keep living... |
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from Strange Days (스트레인지 데이즈) by Graeme Revell [best, ost] (1995)
You sure you want to be with me?
I've nothing to give. Won't lie and say this loving's best, Leave us in emotional peace. Mmm, take a walk take a rest, a taste of rest. Don't wanna be on top of your list, Monopoly and properly kissed. We overcome in 60 seconds, With the strength we have together. But for now, emotional ties they stay severed. And when there's trust, there'll be treats, When we funk we'll hear beats, Karmacoma. You and her walking through the suburbs. No, not exactly lovers. You're a couple, especially when you're body's double. Duplicate and then you wait For the next Kuwait. Karmacoma. Jamacia Aroma, Karmacoma. You sure you want to be with me? I've nothing to give. Won't lie and say this loving's best, Leave us in emotional peace. Mmm, take a walk take a rest, a taste of rest. Don't wanna be on top of your list, Monopoly and properly kissed. We overcome in 60 seconds, With the strength we have together. But for now, emotional ties they stay severed. And when there's trust, there'll be treats, When we funk we'll hear beats, Karmacoma. |
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from Tricky - Angels With Dirty Faces (1998)
Take once you're through
Someone talk to me now Energy won't move me Oceans, oceans won't soothe me Cry me a bayou Slime, sleaze pass through You love it when I'm leaving You love it when I'm leaving Someone talk to me now Energy won't move me Oceans, oceans won't soothe me You love it when I'm leaving You love it when I'm leaving Angels with dirty faces Disappear with out traces Them bones Angels with dirty faces Disappear with out traces Love it when I'm leaving You, you love it when I'm leaving Someone talk to me now Love it when you're leaving I love it when you're leaving Cry me a bayou Someone talk to you now Energy won't move me (If I died) Oceans, oceans won't soothe me ( Before I wake ) Love it when I'm leaving Love it when I'm leaving Cry me a bayou Bring all your wants Angels with dirty faces Disappear with out traces Cry me a bayou When I'm leaving |
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