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 by chronologically.


 

   
Nothing's Clear
(from: The Hard Sell, 1991)
   
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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:_the hard sell
source: Always On The Run & my own ears
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Aftermath (Mellow Version)
(from: Aftermath demo, 1993)
   
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(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:_aftermath demo
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Aftermath (demo version)
(from: Aftermath "After This" testpress, 1993)
   
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(sample:)
???

Martina:
...looking for people

(both repeated a lot)

from:_aftermath testpress
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Aftermath (Version 1)
(from: Aftermath single, 1994)
   
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(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:_aftermath single
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Heaven, Youth Hell
(from: Grassroots EP, 1996)
   
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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
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Can't Freestyle
(from: Can't Freestyle bootleg 12", 1998)
   
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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
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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: go to the discography
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
   
   
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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
 
   
 

 
 
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