Divine Comedy Lyrics By Tricky

( I use a code for a lot of the things said over and over:
FN="Fucking niggers"
W="Who I am" or "'s who i am" or "It's Who i am" or "N who i am"
P="N' polygram" "Polygram" or "to Polygram"
*=sample of the other guy (Carl Crack someone thought?) saying
"PolyGram!"
Stuff in [square brackets] is unclear
Stuff in (Parentheses) is comment
He mutters a lot so N is there a lot as an unclear "and")
[Dzz...uh]
[And you need violence]
[They need guns]
Bigger ones
Quicker ones
[Kill the silence]
[Kill the silence]
We need violence
And they need guns
[Kill the silence]
[Kill the silence]
It's like everybody's got a criminal conviction
How can you say that with conviction?
W
P *
FN *
FN *
[Take my hand]
P
W
Those who [were ahead of] me
Cos you don't like the sight of me
[And bide] in me
Do you like this side of me?
I wanna own the whole music industry
And everything in it
But wiat a minute
I'm a [hear my] people singin
Not just black people
All people
Everybody's welcome
And everybody just [goes ease]
And in [shalfun]
Murderical Brainin
And I'm frustrated
Do I have to be Italian to be me?
I wanna be a hook-up
Called up [and ignored me]
Why'd you call me?
W
P *
[Look Ma'am]
W
P
FN *
FN *
W *
P *
And who the fuck [I'm gonna murder me] a Jew
In New York I will [??? ??? ???] a Jew
All people, all races
Everybody's welcome
Anybody who gets [go ease] gets [shalfun]
I'm frustrated
Murderical Braided
Guns, grenades
And Rapnel
I'm frustrated
Guns, grenades
Do I have to be Italian to be me?
Wanna get hooked up
Called up and [bored me]
Why'd you call me?
N What'd you call me?
N What'd you call me?
N N Music industry
N Everything in it
N Wait a minute
Not just black people
People, Everybody's welcome
W
P *
FN *
FN *
You wanna live well, stack well
N Fucking niggers all wanna leave with Blackwell
Fucking Nigger
Live Well
Stack Well
FN
Wanna leave with Blackwell
W
P *
FN *
W
P *
You need funds and big guns
Bigger ones, quicker ones
Kill the silence, It's like every...
FN
W
P *
FN *
W *
P *
W *
W *
It's next to sex
Break necks
What's next? Sex?
Breaks necks
You stack well
You fucking niggers
Wanna leave with Blackwell
I wanna own the whole music industry
And everything in it
Wait a minute
Let my people sing
Fuck these niggers
W
P *
FN *
I wanna own the whole music industry
And everything in it
And everything in it
Music Industry
And everything in it
And everything in it
Hmmm...people sing...
Don't give a fuck if you're gonna mind kill a Jew
You're riled with me
I'm riled with you
Everybody's welcome
All races
Fuck those niggers
W
P *
Fuck you niggers *
I need more money
I need you, to give me
More money, for my record deal
FN
Three million dollars
Four hundred bucks
We could make some guns
Make some funds
We could make some guns
Make some funds
Bigger ones
Quicker ones
W
P
W
P
Stack well
Wanna leave with Blackwell
FN
Stackwell NNN Blackwell
FN *
FN *
You stack well *
I wanna leave with Blackwell
You stack well
I wanna leave with Blackwell
You fucking niggers *
W *
P *
W
P *
FN *
I wanna own the whole in'stry
N Everything in it
Wait a minute
W
W
W
(Grumbling) *
(Grumbling) *
FN *
Leave with Blackwell
FN *
That every black man in the music industry has got a criminal conviction
Can you say that with conviction?
FN...
This is no disrespect
To anybody
Who works at Polygram
Unless you're a wreckless fucker
This is who I am
This is who I am
This is who I am
Stack well
Leave with Blackwell
(Lots of mumbling and repeating of previous lyrics with
plenty of "PolyGram!" samples throughout.)
Fucking Niggers
Peace...
** Thanks to Scott **
We know

Demise Lyrics By Tricky

So you like to desmise with your pen
I was the same
I was the same back when
Then and now, I wanna change
But don't know how
Do's and don'ts - don'ts I don't like
She's not Tina and I'm not like Ike
But what was Ike like
Is Ike what you write
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
We'll disarm ya, ask Julian Palmer
Only joking, too much smoking
But it's ok, it's ok
We've been through too much yesterday
Tell you what we're gonna do
They'll protect me from me, I'll protect from you
By any means by any means
By any means by any means
Please won't you try
Stop me talking like a tough guy
Subject matter's love
Subject matter's love
What would I need another enemy
I know I love you
I can feel you in my energy
I'm too scared to be a gun totting
Gangster wanna-be
I've got too much love, too much love
Met you on mondalay
Inside of me
Or next week
If I'm tina I guess I'm weak
Big take
Making my head ache
Big take
Making my head ache
It's not your fault
You don't understand
Take our hand
We give
So don't be negative
You don't feel the
'Cause you feel yourself
Stuck up in your own head
Leave that 'till I'm dead
What do I think
I think instinct.

Kickin' Lyrics By Tricky

( Whale )
Drummer : One, two, three, four
Tricky and Cia Berg :
I wanna give birth to your baby, baby
Scream all night long
Exercise our breathing so they hear it in Vietcong
Untangle my umbilical
There's no need to be political
Let's not get too serious
Just try to stay predictable
Cos I....
All :
I can't help that I think you're really kickin'
I can't help that I think you're really kickin'
I can't help that I think you're really kickin'
I can't help..
I think you're really...
I think you're really...
Kickin'
Tricky and Cia Berg :
I met you on a Tuesday
Or maybe was it Wednesday
You befriended me, defended me
Shortly after you offended me
I asked you "What's your name?"
I looked at you the same
If there a possibility
That you could take on my fertility
All :
I can't help that I think you're really kickin'
I can't help that I think you're really kickin'
I can't help that I think you're really kickin'
I can't help..
I think you're really...
I think you're really...
Kickin'
Tricky :
Can't you feel that my climax isn't topical
My physical biological isn't logical
It's astronomical
All : I can't help that I think you're really kickin'

Bubbles Lyrics By Tricky

Terry Hall :
The first hundred years are the toughest
On this bubble
An open sky, flying high
Take a bride, get some trouble
Tricky :
The first one will do
I'm just passing through
The second one needs more
I've been here before X3
Terry Hall :
Springtime falls, summer calls
You slip and slide until you hit december
Believe my eyes, they'll bleed you dry
If I was an ingenious
I'd lose my temper
Tricky :
The first one will do
Just passing through
The second one needs more
I've been here before
I've been here before
Wanna make me weak while you cry
Not such a thing, 'till you die
Gotta go I get high X2
Deceiver deceived us
And I deceived them
Carry my troubles home
Married with the humble
Terry Hall :
The first hundred years are the toughest
I'm getting smouthred
Life is just one bloody thing
After another

Children's Story Lyrics By Tricky

Once upon a time not long ago,
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
And people were behavin' like they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
Robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money came with ease,
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,
Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
He said "Keep still, boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
But little did he know the little boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Whyױd ya hit me ?",
The barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
"I'll do years if I pull this trigger",
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
Cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sister,
A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
So he decided he'd head for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
He was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,
Then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, guess who he saw?,
Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope,
Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova,
Raced up the block doing 83,
Crashed into a tree near a university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
Grabbed a pregnant lady, got out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead,
He told the cops "Back off or honey here's dead",
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before long the little boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I must end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream,
The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh,
Just another case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or your soul gets cashed.

Tricky Kid Lyrics By Tricky

Tricky:
One-two one-two
Huh, one-two one-two one-two ( d: Mikecheck )
Tricky:
That one fronts
Braggin' on the stunts
Coke in ya nose ( d: coke in ya nose )
Tricky:
Knock out ya gold fronts
That one fronts
Braggin' on your stunts
Coke in ya nose
Tricky & d :
Knock out ya gold fronts
Tricky:
Here comes a Nazarene
Look good in that magazine
Haile Selassie I
They look after I
God will receive us
Got me like Jesus
God will receive us
Tricky & d : Got me like jesus
Tricky:
Mary magdaleine
That'd be my first sin
Being with this temptress
d: Yeahhhh
Tricky:
It's a mongrel rage
It's a new age
As long as you're humble
Let you be the king of jungle
We run everything
Always and ever
Has been has been
Heard there's german-jamaicans
With twisted faces
Same as it ever was
Tricky & d : Tell me what the race is
Tricky:
It's surreal
They're not real
I put them on their places
d: Yeahhhh
Tricky:
They used to call me tricky-kid
I live the life they wish they did
I live the life, don't own a car
Now they call me superstar
d : Tell'm where you at baby ahhhh!
Tricky :
They used to call me tricky-kid
Tricky & d :
I live the life they wish they did
Tricky :
I live the life don't own a car
Tricky & d :
But now they call me superstar
Tricky :
Are you disturbed? i'll be with..
Everybody wants to know where my mind is
I'll tell you everything
Tell your life
Look deep into my mongrel eyes
d:
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
When you look into these mongrel eyes... ahhhh!
Tricky:
That one fronts
Braggin' on the stunts
Coke in ya nose
Tricky & d :
Knock out ya gold fronts
Tricky :
Here comes a Nazarene
Tricky & d :
Look good in that magazine
Tricky :
Haile Selassie I
They look after I
God will receive us
Got me like jesus
Mary magdaleine
That'd be my first sin
Being with this temptress
d : Wahhhhhhh
Tricky :
It's a mongol rage
It's a new age
As long as ya humble
Let ya be the king of jungle
We run everything
Always and ever
Has been has been
d : Don't you see...
Tricky :
Heard there's german-jamaicans
With twisted faces
d : Faces
Tricky : Same as it ever was
d : Same as it ever was
Tricky :
Tell me what the race is
It's surreal
They're not real
I put them by their places
d : See it
Tricky & d :
They used to call me tricky-kid
I live the life they wish they did
Lived the life, don't own a car
Tricky & d :
And now they call me superstar
Tricky :
Are you disturbed? i'll be with..
Everybody wants to know where my mind is
I'll tell you everything
Tell your life
Look deep into my mongrel eyes
Everybody wants a record deal
And everybody wants a...
And everybody wants a record deal
d : Fuck it the deal
Tricky : Everybody wants to be naked and famous
d : Naked and famous
Tricky : And everybody wants to be naked and famous
d : Naked and famous
Tricky : And everybody wants to be just like me
I'm the kid
Tricky & d : And famous
d : Check it
Tricky :
They used to call me tricky-kid
I live the life they wish they did
I lived the life to own a car
Tricky & d :
But now they call me superstar
Tricky :
Are you disturbed? i'm on with..
Everybody wants to know where my mind is
Tell you everything
I tell you lies
Tricky & d :
Look deep into these mongrel eyes
d : Check it
What do you see?
Tricky : If you test and turn the tables
Tricky & d :
We're gonna get in smoke up
And we're starting to unturn your label
Tricky :
And everybody who got a record deal
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody's got a record deal
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
d : Naked and famous
Tricky :
Everybody wants to be just like me
I'm the kid
Tricky & d :
And famous
Ha ha
And everybody wants a record deal
d : Everybody
Tricky :
And everybody just wants to be like me
I'm the kid
Tricky & d :
And famous
Tricky :
And famous
That one fronts
Braggin' on the stunts
And coke in ya nose
Tricky & d :
Knock out ya gold fronts
Tricky :
Here comes a Nazarene
You look good in that magazine
Haile Selassie I
They look after I
God will receive us
Got me like jesus
Mary magdaleine
That'd be my first sin
Being with this temptress
d :Ahhhhhhhh

Bad Dreams Lyrics By Tricky

This is a matter of utmost urgency
You might even call it a police emergency
Suckers got ill when they finally heard the G
Wasn't sellin' out, they tried to murder me
Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed to do
Never let a sucker get too close to you
Heard 'em comin', ducked behind the wall
Then saw the whites of his eyes, the first one had to fall
Another bug creeped up the fire escape
Trying to sneak, I guess he snuck too late
Lookin' like a scene from Real Life Vice
The way his head fell apart like a block of solid ice
Uzi does it, come to think of it
Dude had a nine, 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 blast their way in, hell, I ain't stayin'
I opened the back door and felt the summer night heat
Saw a bunch of bugs wearin' white sheets
What else could it mean? I know it ain't Halloween
The cross in the background burnin' made a ill scene
First I was panicky, then I was angry
One creep even had a rope ready to hang me
Now who am I supposed to be? Eddie Spaghetti?
You come and vic Rob G any time 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 phase me
What could I say? I was havin' a fucked up day
Stood up and took aim, my finger on the trigger
I shouted "Now let me hear you say nigger!"
Well anyway, nobody spoke or went for broke
The place was all clouded up from gunsmoke
And everything got quiet, I don't buy it
Just 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 that they could get right quick
But I ain't goin' out like no statistic
Another number, made me wonder
How many other brothers they've 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 daybreak
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 an' shit
It's just a bad dream

Devotion Lyrics By Tricky

I know what you see X5
Wanted with me
Suffocate me with a notion
Deserve me with devotion
Wanted with me X2
Why are we not talkin'
Why are we not speakin'
No words can describe
Inside, inside, I know what we need
I wish life was as simple as 1-2-3, as you and me
So long since I surrender
So long you I remember
It's your turn to fight the things they say
Even though we stay underneath different roofs
Today today today
I know what you see
Wanted with me
Strangle me with the notion
Twisted in my devotion
Wanted with me X2
(While your sleeping bag)??
Bare-faced like a bear
No words can describe
So why, so why, why does it feel
I wish life was as simple as 1-2-3, as you and me
So long since I surrender
So long you I remember
It's your turn to fight the things they say
Even though we stay underneath different roofs
Wanted with me X2
Suffocate me with emotion
Deserve me with devotion
Wanted with me X2
Why are we not talkin'
Why are we not speakin'
So long since I surrencer
So long you I remember
It's your turn to fight the things they say
Even though we stay underneath different roofs
Are there no words to describe
Inside, inside, I know...
Wanted with me
Why won't you listen to me
Suffocate me with emotion
Deserve me with devotion
So long since I surrender
So long you I remember
It's your turn to fight the things they say
Even though we stay underneath different roofs
So long since I...
So long...
I can't find the words

The Moment I Feared Lyrics By Tricky