Tricky:
I stand firm for a soil
I lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me
Dress me up in Stüssy
  [bad word] is round the corner where I shelter
 Isms and schisms, we're living on a skelter
If you believe I'll [bad word] sense says you are thief
Let me take you down the corridors of my life

Tricky and Martina:
And when you walk, do you walk to your preference
No need to answer 'till...

Tricky:
I take further evidence.
I seem to need a reference to get residence
reference to your preference to say
I'm a good neighbour, I [bad word] So judge me for my labour
Lobotomy ensures my good behavior
The constant [bad word] ensures my insanity
Passing the indifference ensures the [bad word] for my family
We're hungry, beware of our appetite
Distant [bad word] 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

I stand firm for a soil
I lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me
Dress me up in Stüssy
Confused by different memories
Details of Asian remedies
Conversations, of what's [bad word] of enemies
My brain thinks bomb-like
So I listen he's a calm type
As I grow
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
Heat from the sun someday slowly passes
 Until then, you have to live with yourself
Until then, you have to live with yourself

I stand firm for a soil
Lick a rock off foil
So reduce me, seduce me
Dress me up in Stüssy

Martina: [bad word] is round the corner where I shelter
Isms and schisms, we're living on a skelter
If you believe I'll deceive [bad word] sense says you are the thief
Let me take you down the corridors

Tricky:
My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like
My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like, bomb-like
My brain thinks bomb-like
Beware of our appetite