Lletres: Tricky. Other. Aftermath (1st Version).

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]