Tricky
b-sides & non-album lyrics

 Here are the lyrics of b-sides and other non album tracks.
I'm still working to put up all the lyrics, so this section is
not complete yet. The songs are sorted chronologically.

 

		Nothing's Clear (from: The Hard Sell, 1991)
		_ Tricky: (spoken) How things are Together we'll destroy Then we can destroy what we are Then we'll build what we are When we dream the spirit free We don't give praise we take praise And why are we How things are Together we'll destroy Then we can destroy what we are Then we'll build what we are When we dream the spirit free We don't give praise we take praise And why are we This isn't crystal though nothing is clear I despise you I damn you Dream you I love you But still nothing's clear I think of when I found you (Deep deep?) in salt water I drag you down into life Two-tone vision Raised in this place Concrete is my religion The place where the sun's makes mostly sense See how it is You feed me when I'm hungry and you Drink me 'til I'm dry You dream then and now Isn't nothing but a lie Human lies Distortion The English disaster Though we're free Black or White One lord/law for one master (?) I found a new place to live We're taught to grow strong Strongly sensitive And life sets the scenery Colors leave only beauty Words and wine amongst the greenery The only lessons they teach us from the margin The ask my origin Tomorrow's sin But now you're being (choosajooed?) to color Ask Where i'm from Me? I'm from my mother [scratched sample] I take a small step [grumbled] (Which relates) The place where the sun's makes mostly sense See how it is... from:_ source: Always On The Run & my own ears __

 
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		Aftermath (Mellow Version) (from: Aftermath demo, 1993)
		_ (sample of a woman's voice): Oceanna (?) (from the film Blade Runner): "Let me tell you about my mother..."  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 said nought It was said they dropped the bomb And I walked out the door Feeling lonely, isolated Thinking of what was once So I go in search of people a sign of inhabitant The air is filled with chemicals So this is the aftermath Walking over rubble Which was once Colston's Caf (?) Down to the center Which used to be central They took from me my family They killed my parental Martina: So this is the aftermath (sample): Shut up! 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 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 Mark Stewart: How can I How can I Martina: It was a day like no other Clocks said nought It was said they dropped the bomb And I walked out the door Feeling lonely, isolated Thinking of what was once So I go looking for people Mark Stewart: How can I be sure from:_ __

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		Aftermath (demo version) (from: Aftermath "After This" testpress, 1993)
		_ (sample:) ??? Martina: ...looking for people (both repeated a lot) from:_ __

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		Aftermath (Version 1) (from: Aftermath single, 1994)
		_ (sample of a woman's voice): Oceanna (?) (from the film Blade Runner): "Let me tell you about my mother..."  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 said nought It was said they dropped the bomb And I walked out the door Feeling lonely, isolated Thinking of what was once So I go in search of people a sign of inhabitant The air is filled with chemicals So this is the aftermath Walking over rubble Which was once [Colston's Caff?] Down to the center Which used to be central They took from me my family They killed my parental Martina: So this is the aftermath (sample): Shut up! 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 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 Mark Stewart: 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 from:_ __

 

		Heaven, Youth Hell (from: Grassroots EP, 1996)
		_ Drunkenstein: Da da da da Hold it now (sample) Tricky: Sucker, someone ... grass leaves ... These kids are connected crazy These kids are crazy (out of control) You think you're in heaven The Hillfiguzes: Yo I'm dreamin' bitches came in for my semen like hard on my 125 (?) to leave you ... a mouth for luxuries chickens can cluck to these better yet we have to puff at ease (?) Rhyme styles that I rock all night devote ... to turn Barry White, my insight Is far beyond the rhyme dawn Soon to go ... Capleton I glide, Hillfiguzes homicide Like Europe, I leave MCs drivin' on the right side The ripper No one's hipper Honey getter  quick to put a pain (?) straight in you shitter Rhyme bitter Like style strife Layin' my buffs in back with Wesley Snipes A bunch of kleptomaniacs Finger that sticky You ask what happen Hillfiguzes got tricky Tricky: ... cybercafe These kids are connected Kids are crazy They're crazy You think you're in heaven but... The Hillfiguzes: Lyrical meditation Style be bangin' like masturbation So open your ear to the ejaculation Time Flues and crime Gods be makin' moves Leaders of the underworld be beggin' 2s So fools lose Why the L.A. king ... cruise / crews (?) Poppin' bubbly (?) Frontal ease with the honeys Countin' moneys A Hillfiguze rappin' in his 20s The black ... we pull cards on GP General purpose My surface is reality Mob mentality is actually the war pedigree That sits me on the stool with the extra Ts, please Down on your knees or I'll squeeze ... 22 ... complete (?) You met defeat The feedback is hardcore rap Liscenced by Hillfiguzes and Tricky You never knew that Tricky: It's like ... cybercafe It's like I'm connect These kids are crazy (control) You think you're in heaven but you're really in hell (repeated) (These kids are crazy) (You gotta check what's comin' next) from:_ lyrical quotes: Bob Marley _ __

		Can't Freestyle (from: Can't Freestyle bootleg 12", 1998)
		_ Tricky: See how the boy test I lead with my left (Just lead with my left) Relieve the stress See how the boy test I just lead with my left Relieve the stress Take the test You want an F Relieve the stress Before I'd cross Most of us boss Who's the bomb Shalom Just leak 'em I'm gonna seek 'em That the weak ones copy my phrases Or take from my pages Saying you're a relation I can do the vibration Is your name Quaye son Or are you just trying to have fun Boy them stress Just lead with my left Relieve the stress Just a come with me And what if you are You might laugh 'cause I can't freestyle That don't matter I just chit-chatter From the top of my dome I take it to Rome Back to Mexico See them boy test Just lead with my left Relieve the stress This boy who wants to be related Wanna be my cousin Wanna be my blood (Blood) But he gets no love He gets no love 'cause I don't see you I can't see you Never been back around the days I see the lies on your page And you're doing interviews You should take no note Try to act like me in what comes out of your throat It's like you are not my blood See when those boys stress Just lead them with left Relieve the stress Given where I cross Who's the boss Who's the bomb Shalom Just leak 'em Gonna seek 'em Weak 'em Calling yourself Quaye Leave that for another day Don't you feel no shame Taking my mother's name in vain Are you really a Quaye And if you are how come I never met you before Maybe a year ago when I was on tour I booked you into the hotel I know your name is McGowan You probably Shane's cousin Supreme Probably your chains on Who the bomb Kid you're funnier than the just go bunny It might grow until now You're bound to fail (Just take) Take Boy them stress I just lead with my left Relieve the stress Boy them stress Just lead with my left Relieve the stress Voodoo Voodoo Voodoo It's in my energy Are you my enemy Voodoo Voodoo It's in my energy Are you my enemy Send my energy To an enemy Voodoo Voodoo Voodoo It's just energy To an enemy Send the energy Are you my enemy Send my energy You're my enemy Voodoo Voodoo Voodoo Send my energy Are you my enemy Send the emergy Are you my enemy Voodoo Voodoo Voodoo from:_ source: Olivier's lyrics page & my ears _ __

 

		Divine Comedy (from: Divine Comedy white label, 1998 / Mission Accomplished EP, 2000)
		Tricky: We make funds They make guns Bigger ones Kill the sons Kill the sons We make funds They make guns Bigger ones Kill the sons Kill the sons It's like everybody's got a criminal conviction How can you say that with conviction It's who I am Polygram Fuck you niggers Fuck you niggers Who I am Polygram Who I am Fuck you niggers It's alright with me if you don't like the sight of me Don't lie to me Do you like the inside of me I wanna own the whole music industry and everything in it Wait a minute Let my people sing it Not just black people All people, everybody's welcome And everybody who disagrees can shove off I'm frustrated Lyrical paradin' Do I have to be Italian to make it I wanna get hooked up Quit lookin' poor in me What'd you call me Who I am Polygram Who I am Polygram Fuck you niggers Fuck you niggers Who I am Fuck you niggers Who I am I don't give a fuck if you got money, would you You're alright with me I'm alright with you All people,all races Everybody's welcome And everybody who disagrees shove off I'm frustrated Lyrical paradin' Guns,grenades Do I have to I'm frustrated Guns,grenades Do I have to be Italian to be made I wanna get hooked up Quit lookin' poor in me What'd you call me What'd you call me I wanna own the whole music industry and everything in it Wait a minute Let my people sing it Not just black people All people, everybody's welcome Who I am Polygram Fuck you niggers Fuck you niggers You wanna live well Stackwell Fuck you niggers I wanna leave with Blackwell* Fuck you niggers You wanna live well Stackwell Fuck you niggers I wanna leave with Blackwell Who I am Polygram Fuck you niggers Who I am Polygram We make funds They make guns Bigger ones Quicker ones Kill the sons It's like everybody Fuck you niggers Who I am Polygram Fuck you niggers Who I am Polygram Who I am Who I am What's next sex You break necks What's next sex Breaks necks Stackwell Fuck you niggers I wanna leave with Blackwell I wanna own the whole music industry and everything in it Wait a minute Let my people sing it Fuck those niggers Who I am Polygram Fuck you niggers I wanna own the whole industry And everything in it Everything in it People sing it Everything in it Everything in it My people sing it I don't give a fuck if you got money, would you If you're alright with me I'm alright with you Everybody's welcome, all races Fuck those niggers Who I am Polygram Fuck you niggers I need more money I need you to get me more money for my record deal Fuck you niggers For a million dollars For a hundred bucks Go make some guns Make some funds Go make some guns Make some funds Bigger ones Quicker ones Who I am Polygram Who I am Polygram Stackwell I wanna leave with Blackwell Fuck you niggers Stackwell I wanna leave with Blackwell Fuck you niggers Fuck you niggers Stackwell I wanna leave with Blackwell Stackwell I wanna leave with Blackwell Fuck you niggers Who I am Polygram Who I am Polygram Fuck you niggers I wanna own the whole industry And everything in it Wait a minute Who I am It's who I am It's who I am Fuck you niggers Fuck you niggers I wanna leave with Blackwell Fuck you niggers It's like every black man in the music industry Has got a criminal conviction How can you say that with conviction This means no disrespect to anybody who works at Polygram unless you're a racist fucker This is who I am This is who I am Who I am Stackwell Leave with Blackwell You know you'll leave with Blackwell Stackwell Make those guns Make those guns Kill the sons Kill the sons Bigger ones Quicker ones Fuck you niggers Stackwell I'm gonna leave with Blackwell Stackwell I'm gonna leave with Blackwell Fuck you niggers Peace *Chris Blackwell: founder of Island Records from:  source: Olivier's lyrics page

 

 

		Slowly (from: Half Baked OST, 1999)
		_  Tricky:  I fly away I fly away I'm up high I fly away I fly away Some people act funny When they talk to me It makes me feel uncomfortable I'm in trouble I fly away I fly away I'm up high I'm flyin' I'm dyin' Can't you see you're killin' me Ability I'll show you all that sex is It's not in your Lexus And when your restless Can I be on your next list Wait awhile Make her smile Make her smile Crash her guest list Thrown to my knees Once she receives With you I put a dress on I dress and impress on I taste like licorice Scream if you're ticklish Slowly,slowly,slowly Act like you know me Slowly Act like you know me Slowly,slowly,slowly Act like you know me So if he would put a dress on Unless you put the stress on Tuck your hair behind your ears Your tears,your silly fears I'd be your Teddy bear I'd choose the clothes I wear With you I had so much pain Shot glass migraine For you I'd lose my focus Swim in a swarm of locusts For you I'd swim with ease Save the planet-leave the trees Hold me,hold me,hold me Forget what you told me For you I'd swim with ease Save the planet-leave the trees Slowly,slowly,slowly Act like you know me Slowly Act like you know me Slowly,slowly,slowly And act like you know me For you I'd swim with ease Save the planet-leave the trees Slowly,slowly,slowly And act like you know me Slowly And act like you know me Slowly And act like you know me Slowly,slowly Act like you know me Carmen Ejogo:   Tricky: So if you would put a dress on Unless you put the stress on Tuck your hair behind your ears Your tears, your silly fears I'd be your Teddy bear You'd choose the clothes I wear For you I'd suffer much pain Sharp glass migraine For you I'd put a stress on For you I'd put a dress on For you I'd lose my focus I'd swim in swarms of locusts For you I'd swim with ease Save the planet Leave the trees For you I'd put a dress on A dress to impress on   Slowly, slowly As you know Slowly, slowly As you know from:  source: Olivier's lyrics page

 

 

		Mission Accomplished (from: Mission Accomplished EP, 2000)
		Chesnay Hawkes: Are you ready Oh my spirit Oh my lonely Conceil it for me In other words flip flop They said that I get dropped Big time, I’m on my way I’m making it, big time Big time, I’m on my way I’m making it, big time Big time, I’m on my way I’m making it, big time Big time, I’m on my way I’m making it, big time Oh my lonely Conceil it for me ? I’m still feeling ? ? You won’t mix it ? Brand new retro I won‘t let go Are you ready ? I’m still feeling ? ? You won’t mix it ? Are you ready ? All my skin is ? ? I’m still feeling ? ? You won’t mix it ? Are you ready X2 Big time, I’m on my way I’m making it, big time Big time, I’m on my way I’m making it, big time Big time, I’m on my way I’m making it, big time Big time, I’m on my way I’m making it, big time ... from: _ source: Olivier's lyrics page lyrical quotes: Peter Gabriel

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		Crazy Claws (from: Mission Accomplished EP, 2000)
		Tricky: She's too complex Then we sex Open legs To the vein I complain Sniff cocaine Harder back, heart attack Smack to my vein Smash down the walls Smash down the walls She crazy claws She crazy claws Imagine that Who that? I'll soon forget She wants to fly She wants to cry She wants to fly Makes me wanna die She'll mix emotion She's an ocean She's still alive She's still alive Don't forget Don't regret Don't see me now Don't see me then See me now Come see again Don't see me now Don't see me then She's too complex Then we sex Open legs, open legs She see my vein I complain And sniff cocaine And sniff cocaine Hard back, hard attack Smack to my vein Smack to my vein Smash down the walls Smash down the walls She crazy claws She crazy claws Imagine that Who that crazy cat? Imagine that Who that? I'll soon forget She wants to fly She wants to cry Makes me wanna, wanna die She'll mix emotion Like she's an ocean She's still alive Just don't forget (She's still alive) Don't regret Don't see me now (Crazy cat) Don't see me now Don't see me then (Yeah) Don't see me now Don't see me then (Yeah) She's too Gen-X Then we flex She's too Gen-X Then we sex She's too Gen-X Then we sex Imagine that I will soon forget Sniff cocaine I complain Try to pick a fight with my chick 'Cause she might put a fine stick right quick Fought city girls then we tried shit Then it's off to Chanel's, hit nice Brits The babes with the skinny waist and wide hips Ain't just a pretty face with nice tits She's on to me left well alone What a pace, Scarface to get the telephone From the mouth to the right ear Then she might yell with her I see her and boy take off the mic and In my world the babes are quite rare Me and my girl would make a nice pair She ain't slow when it's time to make go Like fake 'ho frontin' on the main road My blue-billed girl that takes the payroll With the crew, with their dirty faces and halos Stay low- trying to sell that snow My bitch so hot they call her El Paso See the slap I flop with that though Or the little black 'ho I'm pattin' my afro I'm jokin' but you know how that go She likes to be in full control like Castro I stay high so I don't get low You know this flows from out the ghetto Scrape up the knees, scrape the elbows Before I breeze I make the girl know Scrape up the knees, scrape the elbows Before I breeze I make the girl know Girl is skinny now and shaking her breasts Don't be a loudmouth make your bread Diamonds is a girl's best friend Diamonds is forever-yes/no Here in the bed we have Don't be screwing a girl in the Lexus You make room Cash their jarole Before they try lickin' her out on the down low She don't open- no But a nigga tries suits She ready forgot the kind of go for the Sambo Reloads the ammo One for the go Let's laugh as they at you She's her mother's daughter Ready to slaughter any punk Who puts his hands in her garter A weed see? She deadly and she do anything for me Niggas better cash their jarole Before they try chatting to the girl I know She called, you know the flow When she used her hand To rub it down low for your dough She ain't a 'ho She's scandalous Messed up all and your in an ambulance She's her mother's daughter Ready to slaughter any punk Who puts his hands in her garter A weed see? She deadly and she do anything for me   from:_  source: Olivier's lyrics page

  

 

		Tricky vs. Lynx
		_ Tricky: Force like that fill up in your jaw like the lights Warlords with the full force Drugs, a bitch and then it's a war Run for the rich and give to the poor We're all telling kids to get the most oil Bring the cops in the mix We livin' no more Won't make your car start A dark heart Kill and get your ass caught You're dead now It's not a problem The kids who will not steal the drugs they don't have Still just kill In the ghetto this shit is unreal Nigga's escorts freak the downhills Shots be ringing like Chinese bells In fly females, out flip the Catskills Madness ain't quittin' until Your night to see jail And get the raw meal Mad Dog fought infinity Ain't trying to be no public enemy Outlaw like my nigga Red Dog Step up, bitch and get rough Nigga with .44's won't lie A .45 or higher sport nice Cruise to try to have a kill for your eyes Lose your life It feels so nice Jet for the poor lights, no dice One thing I don't like is a low light Trying to get me for selling Snow White Flying taxi my girl's were so right When to say what You trust, you know No bad boy cops with facts you know Then some of them flip, they flop the show Them punk ass bitches got to go Murder on the mainland Where the gang's slaying the game plan Ain't trying to be name brand Out to the girls and boys and This went down like Durban Poison Murder on the mainland Where the gang's slaying the game plan Ain't tryin to be name brand Out to the girls and boys and This went down like Durban Poison Just like two my crew is blessed Doing things with my niggas that I knew was right If you decide to detest Like you do when trying As far as picking up your chest That be suicide, nigga See that trigger All you do is hang It's a front, take a punt And it's smooth to guide Curse the 'ho 'til she takes you in her arms again Play the role if you ain't a dog But when you kids get alot of cash off the ash Shortin' cats in the block of flats Cops that harrass better watch their backs Falls well strapped and then broke them flat Hold gas to the mattress Drop a match 'Cause that's where your at niggas are off with that Try and flop me and I'll flop you back Shout out "kill" and the dogs attack Want a mil, what's with that We're all 'bout still and shot the crack Love the bitches with alot of back Plus the titties, what you got to ask? Mad Dog straight ghetto now Live in this slum but I'm gettin' out My soldiers wanna knock you out Don't fuck around just shut your mouth Murder on the mainland Where the gang's slaying the game plan Ain't trying to be name brand Out to the girls and boys and This went down like Durban Poison Murder on the mainland Where the gang's slaying the game plan Ain't tryin to be name brand Out to the girls and boys and This went down like Durban Poison from: _ source: Olivier's lyrics page

  

 

		Lonely Dancer (feat. Anika)
		_ Anika: Spun around in circles Till the compass fades There's only miracles Till my mission fails Anika & Tricky: Upon my Upon my Upon my  Anika: I'm just your vehicle For when your system fails I'm just so cynical With all your fairytales Anika & Tricky: Upon my Upon my Upon my Anika: Out too late, you start to fade We're all strangers We fade to grey and lay awake Through those dangers It's only May (?), but when you take I lose major The game is changed, we aren't the same I'm just a stranger I run around in circles Until I feel so low Searching for answers Wish you wouldn't go Searching for answers Lonely dancers Searching for answers Lonely dancers Out too late, you start to fade We're all strangers We fade to grey and lay awake Through those dangers It's only May (?), but when you take I lose major The game is changed, we aren't the same I'm just a stranger from: _

 

to be continued...

 

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