I stand firm for a soil I lick a rock off foil So reduce me, seduce me, Dress me up in Stüssy. Hell is round the corner where I shelter. Isms and schisms, we're living on a skelter If you believe I'll deceive common sense says you are thief Let me take you down the corridors of my life. And when you walk, do you walk to your preference No need to answer 'till I take further evidence. I seem to need a reference to get residence A reference to your preference to say, I'm a good neighbour, I trudge, So judge me for my labour, Lobotomy ensures my good behavior The constant struggle ensures my insanity. Passing the indifference ensures the struggle for my family We're hungry, beware of our appetite. Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight. The kill which I share with my passengers. We take our fill, take our fill, take a feel. Confused by different memories, Details of Asian remedies Conversations, of what's become of enemies. My brain thinks bomb-like, So I listen he's a calm type. And as I grow, I grow collective. Before the move sit on the perspective. Mr. Quail's in the crevice And watches from the precipice. Imperial passage.

- Tricky -