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• Artiste: Tricky
• Titre: Aftermath (1st Version)
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Martina : For one, (more poor boy), there's someone For he for she For one (more poor boy), there's someone For him, for me Tricky & Martina : Your eyes resemble mine, you see as no others can Here inherit my kingdom, speak of our people's plan I'll be here for my baby, for my baby I'll be near So many things I need to tell you, things you need to hear Tricky : It was a day like no other Clocks [hanging off] It was said they dropped the bomb And I walked out the door Feeling lonely, [I see rain/as a ray] Thinking of what was once So I go in search of people [Song of] the inhabitants The air is filled with chemicals So this is the aftermath Walking over rubble Which was once [cause's calf] Down to the center Which used to be central Martina : So this is the aftermath For one, (more poor boy), there's someone For he for she For one (more poor boy), there's someone For him, for me Tricky & Martina : Your eyes resemble mine, you see as no others can Here inherit my kingdom, speak of our people's plan I'll be here for my baby, for my baby I'll be near So many things I need to tell you, things you need to hear Martina : For one, (more poor boy), there's someone For he for she For one (more poor boy), there's someone For him, for me "How can I "How can I How can I be sure In a world that's constantly changing How can I be sure Just when I thought I was winning Just when I thought I could not be stopped Just when I thought I was winning Just when I thought I could not be stopped how can I be sure Heaven youth hell Drunkenstien : da da da Beastie boys sample : hold it now... Tricky : Cycle, someone gone It's like... These kids are connective... Crazy. these kids are crazy. You think you're in heaven -- d pearson/g isabell : Yo i'm dreamin' Bitches be screamin' for my semen Like hard on my 125 [?] A mouth for luxuries, chickens can cluck to these Better yet, we'd have to [?] these Rhyme styles that i rock all night Devote for the [?] turn barry white, my insight Is far beyond the rhyme [?] Soon to go [?] I glide, hillfiguze homicide Like europe i leave mc's drivin on the right side The ripper, no one's hipper Honey getter Quick to put a [?] straight in yo shitter Rhyme bitter, like styled strife Layin' min [?] buffs in back with wesley snipes A buuncha kleptomaniacs Fingers that sticky? You ask what happen? Hillfiguzes got tricky. Tricky / drunkenstien : These sounds is like [?] Kids are crazy, they're crazy You think you're in heaven but... d pearson / g isabell : Lyrical meditaion Styles be bangin' like masturbation So open yo ear to the ejaculation Time flies and crime gods be makin moves Leders of the underworld be baggin' 2s So fools lose Why the l.a. [?] crews Poppin' [?] Frontal ease w/ the honeys Countin' moneys, A hillfiguze reppin' in his 20s The black [?] we pull cards on g.p. General purpose, my surface is reality Mob mentality is actualy the war pedigree That sits me on the stool w/ the extra t's - please Down on yo knees or i'll squeeze [?] You met defeat The feedback is hardcore rap Liscensed by hilfiguzes and tricky you never knew that Tricky / Stike : It's like, [sumner cybercafe?] fff... It's like i'm connecting These kids, crazy You think you're in heaven but youre really in hell [repeat till end] Stike : gonna check what's comin' next]