Tricky – Divine Comedy lyrics

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[And we make violence]
[They make guns]
Bigger ones
Quicker ones
[Kill the silence]
[Kill the silence]
We make violence
And they make guns
[Kill the silence]
[Kill the silence]

It's like everybody's got a criminal conviction
How can you say that with conviction?
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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 wait a minute
I'm a [hear my] people singin
Not just black people
All people
Everybody's welcome
And everybody who disagrees
I抦a [shelf抏m] (Lemme shout for 抏m?)
Murderical Brainin
And I'm frustrated
Do I have to be Italian to be me?
I wanna get hooked-up
Called up [and ignored me]
Why'd you call me?

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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
Call me, bore 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
Let my people singin
Not just black people
People, Everybody's welcome

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You wanna live well, stack well
N fucking niggers all wanna leave with Blackwell

Fucking niggaare

Live Well
Stack Well
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Wanna leave with Blackwell

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You need funds and big guns
Bigger ones, quicker ones
Kill the silence, It's like every[one??]...

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What抯 next, s**?
Broke necks
What's next? S**?
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

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I wanna own the whole music industry
And everything in it
And everything in it
Keep it singin
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 right with me
I'm right with you
Everybody's welcome
All races

Fuck those niggers

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Fuck you niggers *

I need more money
I need you, to give me
More money, for my record deal

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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
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Stack well
Wanna leave with Blackwell
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Stackwell nnn Blackwell
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You stack well *
I wanna leave with Blackwell

(My copy ends here

You stack well
I wanna leave with Blackwell
You fucking niggers *
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I wanna own the whole in'stry
N Everything in it
Wait a minute

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Leave with Blackwell
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That every black man in the music industry has got a criminal conviction
Can you say that with conviction?

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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...