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Tricky Hell Is Round The Corner
Tricky : I stand firm for our soil Lick a rock on foil So reduce me, seduce me, Dress me up in stussy. Hell is round the corner where I shelter. Isms and schisms, we're living helter skelter If you believe I deceive common sense says shall you receive Let me take you down the corridors of my life. And when you walk, do you walk to your preference No need to answer 'till I take further evidence. I seem to need a reference to get resident. A reference to your preference to say, I'm a good neighbour, I trudge, So judge me for my labour, The bond on me ensures my good behavior The constant struggle insures my insanity. Passing the ignorance ensures the struggle for my family We're hungry beware of our appetite. Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight. The kill which I share with my passengers. We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill. I stand firm for our soil Lick a rock on foil Say reduce me, seduce me, Dress me up in Stussy. Confused by different memories, Details of Asian remedies Conversations, of what's become of enemies. My brain thinks bomb-like, So I listen he's a calm type. As I grow And as I grow, I grow collective. Before the move sit on the perspective. Mr. Kray lay in the crevice And watches from the precipice. Empirial passage. Heat from the sun somedays slowly passes, Until then, you have to live with yourself Until then, you have to live with yourself I stand firm for our soil Lick a rock on foil Say reduce me, seduce me, Dress me up in Stussy. Martina : Hell is round the corner where I shelter. Ism's and schisms, we're living helter skelter If you believe and deceive common sense says shouldn't receive Let me take you down the corridors. Tricky : My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like, bomb-like My brain thinks bomb-like, Beware of our appetite. [email protected]
