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Tricky - Pre-Millennium Tension Album Lyrics



Tricky - Pre-Millennium Tension Lyrics






Vent

Trik Turner “Friends and Family”



Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Some call me a loser,
Some call me a cheater,
Some say I'm a selfish
Untalented dreamer
Cause all I try to do
Is keep my dreams alive
Is that so hard to do?

When you're workin' nine to five,
I've never been born afraid to die,
But I'm afraid to leave behind
The precious life that grows through the sands of time
Cause Now I've got two daughters and I know they need there father
To help them make it through/All the devious things that people do

Cause every moment counts from the good times to the bad
I don't have time to envy those who've got things that I never had
Cause the one thing most important is the thing we take for granted
Until your life is on that line/I think that's the way God had planned it
So open up your eyes/To make you realize/ that there's some/ Life is money
But what is money without life? Cause all I need
Is the air that I breathe and my friends and family
To believe in me

Chorus:
It's deep as the abyss where the waters run
It's deep as the land of the rising sun
And they won't die
(Even when their minds are against us)
Doesn't even matter
Nothing else matters

It's deep as the abyss where the waters run
It's deep as the land of the rising sun
And they won't die
(Even when their minds are against us)
Doesn't even matter
Nothing else matters

We bleed the same blood
We cry the same tears/We have the same fears
We pass the same gears
We see the same stars
We live the same sky
We pass the same time
We all live and die

Cause friends, family will stick in the blood
And if you've never felt love than I pray for you cause
Cause life's full of brothas
Seven forty sevens
Who will love us
Before they go to heaven

And everything in-between has a meaning
Some stay connected
While others keep dreaming

Looking for that meaning
But the lost can't be found
Drop to your calves and break
Can you hear the sound?

Do you feel it?
And do you feel it coming?
To triple zero
The hunters are the hunted

Electrical currents
Conflict with the spirits
Ahh do you hear it?
Ahh well can you feel it?

Deep like seven the life brings its intelligence
Got no time for cleaver
You're late if there's hesitance
Put your foot forward and you'll be a helping hand
Take a step back than your stuck in the quick sand
And just the toxic keeps us locked in

A mental jail trapped
99
Where your family at?

(Oh my mind did fail/ oh my mind succeed
Whatever the outcome is/ Just keep your faith in me
Just believe in me………..
I will be there)


Chorus:
It's deep as the abyss where the waters run
It's deep as the land of the rising sun
And they won't die
(Even when their minds are against us)
Doesn't even matter
Nothing else matters

(4 times)
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Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Christiansands

My defenses

Become fences

I'm stumbling

I change my face
And you think I'm fake-up
Wait around till I take off my makeup
Here we go again
I need another one
Her name is
She looks through me
Says I'm the only one

I've met a christian in christian sands, a devil in Helsinki
I've met a christian in christian sands, a devil in Helsinki

Is it getting better?
Wrote her a letter, asking questions
Maybe some deceptions
I mean we'll take it slow
I really don't know
When you talk, you make me cringe
Silver me to the messenger
Let her go don't question her

I've met a christian in christian sands, a devil in Helsinki
I've met a christian in christian sands, a devil in Helsinki

You and me, what does that mean?
Always, what does that mean?
Forever, what does that mean?
It means we'll manage
I'll master your language and in the meantime I'll create my own
By my own
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Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS, DOUGLAS L. DAVIS, RICHARD M. WALTERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Tricky Kid

One-two one-two
Huh, one-two one-two one-two ( Mikecheck )

That one fronts
Braggin' on the stunts
Coke in ya nose (coke in ya nose )

Knock out ya gold fronts
That one fronts
Braggin' on your stunts
Coke in ya nose

Knock out ya gold fronts

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
Got me like jesus

Mary magdaleine
That'd be my first sin
Being with this temptress
Yeahhhh

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
Tell me what the race is

It's surreal
They're not real
I put them on their places
Yeahhhh

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
Tell'm where you at baby ahhhh!

They used to call me tricky-kid

I live the life they wish they did

I live the life don't own a car

But now they call me superstar

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

Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see
When you look into these mongrel eyes... ahhhh!

That one fronts
Braggin' on the stunts
Coke in ya nose

Knock out ya gold fronts

Here comes a Nazarene

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
Wahhhhhhh

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
Don't you see...

Heard there's german-jamaicans
With twisted faces
Faces
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was

Tell me what the race is
It's surreal
They're not real
I put them by their places
See it

They used to call me tricky-kid
I live the life they wish they did
Lived the life, don't own a car

And now they call me superstar

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
F*ck it the deal
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Naked and famous
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Naked and famous
And everybody wants to be just like me
I'm the kid
And famous
Check it

They used to call me tricky-kid
I live the life they wish they did
I lived the life to own a car

But now they call me superstar

Are you disturbed? i'm on with..
Everybody wants to know where my mind is
Tell you everything
I tell you lies

Look deep into these mongrel eyes
Check it
What do you see?
If you test and turn the tables

We're gonna get in smoke up
And we're starting to unturn your label

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
Naked and famous

Everybody wants to be just like me
I'm the kid

And famous
Ha ha
And everybody wants a record deal
Everybody

And everybody just wants to be like me
I'm the kid

And famous

And famous
That one fronts
Braggin' on the stunts
And coke in ya nose

Knock out ya gold fronts

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
Ahhhhhhhh
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Writer: RONALD LAPREAD, LIONEL RICHIE, ANDREW THAW
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




Bad Dream

[martine:]

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?
F*ck 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 f*cked 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 tryin' 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 a bad dream, man. That's all, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Guess I was just buggin' or somethin', man...)
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Makes Me Wanna Die

She makes me wanna die
Follow where Mary goes
Cherish the things she knows
Says if I change my stride
Then I'll fly
She makes me wanna die
Change my stride
Then I'll fly
Look to the sun
See me in psychic pollution
Walking on the moon
How could you dare?
Who do you think you are?
You're insignificant
A small piece, an ism
No more no less
You try to learn the universe
Can't even converse in uni-verse
You know it's ironic smoking hydroponic
She makes me wanna die
And change my stride
Then I'll fly
She makes me wanna die
Follow where Mary goes
Cherish the things she knows
Says if I change my stride
Then I'll fly
And change my stride
Then I'll fly
Look to the sun
See me in psychic pollution
Walking on the moon
How could you dare?
Who do you think you are?
You're insignificant
A small piece, an ism
No more no less
You try to learn the universe
Can't even converse in uni-verse
You know
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Writer: ADRIAN THAWS, ERIC BARRIER, WILLIAM GRIFFIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




Ghetto Youth

(vocals by Sky)

Me's a ghetto youth
Me come from straight dung ina the ghetto
Seen, Rockfort, Warica
Seen, Matches Lane
Jungle Heights
all I and I are one.
Me a tell ya
All Bull Bay Heights and dem heights dey.
Yeah
wick dem up
Seen, I you a hear me
Wicked ina de ghetto mi bredda
Wicked to the mass
And you done know the man have youth and youth
a come up (translation- boys become men)
And you see when
And the father drop out
Dem no know no father so dem come up tun gunman. (tun=turn)
Me done know, because a so de ghetto (so=saw)
run a so the politician do it
dem bring in a bag a gun
and barrage a ting and seen run pon youth and then
when you check it out.
Dem send dem police friend to come for dem gun
And dem say dem not running gun and dem tings deh.
And bere tings in a ghetto (translation-that`s how
things are in the ghetto)
Seen, man no stop kill man.
Seen, man no stop rob man.
A no dem tings deh we want ina Jamaica (trans.- we
don't want those things in the ghetto)
We want love, unity, seen, strength and energy.
Yeah, we want a whole heap of things to go on for the
ghetto youth all next year.
You done know me as one a dem uprighting ghetto
youth,
Seen, so we a start from way down dey so. (trans.-
"we start at the bottom of the barrel")
We no just a come from no way and a come up ya so.
(trans- we don't just come from nowhere, we're right here)
A way dung de so man a come from.
Say man a come way from the rock, when me say de rock,
me mean the rock,
Seen,
Them a [??] and them come to the [??] industrial [??] caribbean country [??]
We no got no royalty, know what me say?
Yeah, get up in a place them call [?]
Them sitting in a store.
Gas with plane, gas to this, gas to that, gas to everything.
Ever have a little fire get wet?
Wow, them has not said a word.
I a don't know my little friend over there sir.
Sure when all left [??]
See Tricky?
[??] old things.
I a do know ya up front man.
Yes me brother, Sky the yes sir.
[??] I tell ya, the youth.
Ya'll god bless [??], trust me.
I wanna show ya'll a thing about the ghetto.
See the ghetto is a [case a pop, lollipop, all of them pop there].
Yeah, I and I a juggle them from nine from down yes sir.
See ya know just call me sister [?]
See ya don't know man no ghetto youth, see?
Straight boy original, see?
Yeah, and noboby can fool and nobody can come use we.
Yeah, that's the way we run things.
We just steal a thing, we sell suck suck on them thing.
Them thing come and them thing star and [??] enquire [??] for earn our own paper.
Yeah, [??] get we boy to come tell about 6 to 6 and 6 to 12.
And after this and after that you drink champagne and cut off you foot.
In a place something on that ya see [??]
When them work them weary.
That's how the ghetto youth live.
That's why them ever try to elevate us, I and I ya see?
Ya know I and I elevate out of the slum.
[??]
Se we me people we make use of that ya see?
Our mother and our father never have nothing, from way down there sir.
Trust me me brother.
See that's how I and I come up.
Go to school without lunch money and them sitting there.
That's why I no love nobody else.
One good thing I love about the little youth they're a [??] and a friend me brother.
I tell ya, [??] or anything ya want.
I and I know.
I live with it.
I live with it, ya see?
Reality a reality see?
We no promote none of them boy over there sir.
See them stay over one side and go and eat them [?] and drink them what they wanna drink them.
Where ya going [??]
There is one thing and kick back and go and meditate and see?
Yeah, live with people me people live with we.
Ya know what me say?
Yeah, 'cause when I tell ya me brother, see there be chain of [??] them a go under see?
Babylon release the train but them [?] is them brain see?
Trust me.
That's why I and I goes with them see?
God with it them build big pretty church and no build no school.
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Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Sex Drive

Alright, alright
Why the f*ck do they keep making those guns ?
Chew compassion save some sons
Why'd you keep buying their guns
Foolish, life's too short for stray bullets
Why'd you keep buying their guns
Foolish
Corporate companies love when them kill themselves
It boost up the record sales
Why'd you keep making your guns ?
Alright
Chew compassion save some sons
Why'd you keep buying their guns ?
Foolish
Life's too short for stray bullets
Record companies love when them kill themselves
It boost up the record sales
Now which one of you's gonna be the next niggy
You don't have to worry 'bout them
2pak holding hands with biggy
Alright, alright
I watch where I venture, see
'Cause I don't like this century
I watch where I venture, see
'Cause I don't like this century
Alright
Now which one of you's gonna be the next niggy
You don't have to worry 'bout them
2pak holding hands with biggy
I don't like this century
Back up chicks
All you got is hips
Alright
I see your hollow way
My baby mamma kick it like Billie Holiday
I watch where I venture see 'cause I don't like this century
I watch where I venture see 'cause I don't like this century
???
Why the f*ck do they keep making their guns ?
Alright
Chew compassion save some sons
Why'd you keep buying their guns
Foolish
Life's too short
Record companies love when them kill themselves
It boost up the record sales
Record companies love when them kill themselves
It boost up the record sales
Now which one of you's gonna be the next niggy
You don't have to worry 'bout them
2pak holding hands with biggy
Now which one of you's gonna be the next niggy
Alright
??? waste my time
Alright
That's why ???
Now which one of you's gonna be the next niggy
Which one of you's gonna be the next niggy
Why the f*ck do they keep making their guns ?
Chew compassion save some sons
Why the f*ck you keep buying their guns
Foolish
Life's too short for stray bullets
Record companies love when them kill themselves
It boost up the record sales
It boost up the record sales
Alright
It boost up the record sales
?? venture, see
I don't like this century
??
I don't like this century
Alright
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Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Bad Things

[tricky:]

Choose me if...
I wish I didn't feel
I wanna do bad things and then we're one again
I wanna do bad in those movies
They say squeeze never put it
Muscles wrapped round the bullet
And you say you be brought into it
OK, let me make a phone call
I'd rather you float down the river-sea
Voodoo Heathen, f*ck around with my privacy
I wish I didn't feel
I wanna do bad things
and then we're one again
I wanna do bad things in the movies
we never squeeze, never pull it
Muscles wrap round the bullet
And you see you be brought into it
Get at me, make a phone call
I'd rather you float down that river-sea
Voodoo Heathen, f*ck around with my privacy
Would you like to see me a for real winner?
I'd probably buy a brother dinner
I'd rather speak another language
I know she's my toasted sandwich
Be careful of food
She's egotistical and rude
and it's all about me
My f*cking name
I'm the one again
It's you to say i'm nice
Don't wanna ask twice
Wanna break those chains
Make the whole world know
Wanna break those chains
Make the whole world know my f*cking name
And I break those chains
They don't wanna know my f*cking name
and I'm born again
And it's you to say I'm nice
Don't wanna ask twice
Wanna give the poor riches
Why don't you stop saying bitches
Wanna be good
Wanna be a homeboy from the hood
Pretend I'm from America
and this is Blues
Chief of the Cherokee
Wanna break those chains
Make the whole world know my f*cking name
and I'm one again
And I'm the one again
Its you to say I'm nice
Don't wanna ask twice
Giving the poor all the riches
I'll never just stop saying bitches
Wanna be good
Wanna be a homeboy from the hood
Pretend I'm from America
Pretend this is Blues
Chief of the Chreokee
I wish I didn't feel
I wanna do bad things
And then we're one again

And then we're one again...
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Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Lyrics of Fury

[ Originally by Eric B. & Rakim ]

I'm rated "R"...this is a warning, ya better void,
Poets are paranoid, DJ's D-stroyed,
Cuz I came back to attack others in spite-
Strike like lightnin', It's quite frightenin'!
But don't be afraid in the dark, in a park,
Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark;
Ya tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up,
What's that, lighten up! You see a sight but,
Suddenly you feel like you're in a horror flick,
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick!
Music's the clue, when I come your warned,
Apocolypse Now, when I'm done, ya gone!
Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer?
This is the death penalty,and I'm servin' a
Death wish, so come on, step to this
Hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist!
Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street,
You come in my realm ya get beat!
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry,
All ya see is the meters at a volume,
Pumping Lyrics of Fury!

It's a ....fearified freestyle!

Terror in the styles, never error-files,
Indeed I'm known-your exiled!
For those that oppose to be level or next to this...
I ain't a devil and this ain't the Exorcist!
Worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink,
The pain's a migraine every time ya think,
Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear:
The R-A-K-I-M in your ear;
Then the beat is hysterical,
That makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack,
Soon the lyrical format is superior,
Faces of death remain,
MC's decaying, cuz they never stayed,
The scene of a crime every night at the show,
The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know,
It's only one capable, breaks-the unbreakable,
Melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable,
A horn if want the style I posses,
I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest,
For those that envy a MC it can be,
Hazardous to your health so be friendly,
A matter of life and death, just like a etch-a-sketch,
Shake 'till your clear, make it disappear, make the next,
After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace,
If not, my soul'll release!
The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it,
Cuz you're about to see a disasterous sight,
A performance never again performed on a mic:
Lyrics of fury!
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Writer: ERIC B, ERIC BARRIER, WILLIAM GRIFFIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




My Evil Is Strong

"Well I see it so much..."
Before you test, know what's going on,
I've been around for long, my evil is strong
I lie awake and hate you,
maybe that's strong enough to make you
12 12 catch up
Before you test, know what's going on,
I've been around for long, my evil is strong
I lie awake and hate you,
Maybe that's strong enough to make something happen-
A car crash, make you pay with a weapon
A gun in your mouth, my voice in your mind.
Before you test, know what's going on,
I've been around for long, my evil is strong
I lie awake and hate you
Maybe that's enough to make you do something-
make it happen-
A car crash, make you pay with a weapon
A gun in your mouth, my voice in your mind.
Sleep and I'll find you,
Put my mind to
Am I strong enough?
Watch me rock a thousand stage
My funny valentine, I don't find you funny
Seaside, the Sony, the fame the money
Who am I to say, do you wannabe?
No, I can't say it
My mouth is like a...
Bitter sweet and twisted, decietful and gifted
Even got god scared
Mend the things we did
Making children
Strong enough to take a life,
Are you strong enough to take care of one?
I'm a work on it, pray on it, stay on (in) it and stay in it
Before you test, know what's going on,
I've been around for long, my evil is strong
I lie awake and hate you
Maybe that's enough to make something happen,
A car crash, make you pay with a weapon
A gun in your mouth, my voice in your mind
Sleep and I'll find you,
Put my mind to
Am I strong enough?
Watch me rock a 50,000 stage
cannot tell me-do you feel it?
Is this energy strong enough to work you like a blade?
I'm a work on it, pray on it, stay on it
My funny valentine, I don't find you funny
Seaside, the Sony
The fame, the money
Who am I to say, do you wannabe?
No, I can't say it
My mouth is like a...
Bitter sweet and twisted,
Decietful and gifted,
Even got god scared
Mend the things we do
Making children strong enough to take a life
Are you strong enough to look after one?
I'm a work on it, pray on it, stay in it
My funny valentine, I never find you funny
Seaside, the Sony,
The fame, the Money
Who am I to say?
Still want to be?
No, I can't say it
My mouth is like a...
Bitter sweet and twisted,
Decietful, rough and gifted,
Even got god scared
Even God's--God's scared
Mend the things we do
Making children strong enough to take a life,
But are you strong enough to take care of one?
I'm a work on it, pray on it, stay in it
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Writer: EWART DEWGARDE, WALTER DEWGARDE, W HENRY, J MCNAIR, TEKOMIN WILLIAMS, DARRYL YATES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.




Piano

Piano


to the noose
to the neck
to the boost
to the check
to the micic
to the psychic
to the circuit
to the games pays to blame
to the freedom
make it rain
make it sane
make it dance
not a chance
see her run
see her come
take me cunning
she's dark-eyed
never saw, never saw

she's lifelike
to the heartbeat
can't feel the heartbeat
to the flowers
to the bunches
to the lunches
to the punches

(repeat above)

to the good
to the clean
and i'll be you're ugly
to the occasion
to the lie
kiss beneath
bridge of sighs
not some moaning
until they homing
and they spoil it all

(repeat all above)

not some moaning
until they homing
not some moaning
until they homing

to the good
to the clean
and i'll be you're ugly
to the occasion
to the lie
kiss beneath
bridge of sighs
not some moaning
until they homing
not some moaning
until they homing

(repeat from "to the noose" to "to the punches")
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Writer: ADRIAN NICHOLAS MATTHEW THAWS
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Pre-Millennium Tension is the second album from English rapper and producer Tricky, released in 1996. It was a conscious effort by Tricky to depart away from the trip hop label with which critics had described his previous music.

The album was well received by critics, being named the ninth best record of the year in the 1996 Pazz & Jop poll.
Performed By: Tricky
Genre(s): Trip hop
Producer(s): Tricky
Length: 47:21
Released: November 11th, 1996
Year: 1996

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