• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Cadriopo - Stereolab
• WKYA (Drop) - Redman
• Gutterboy - Argyle Park
• Go Away - Trip

Chaque art particulier
rien n'est jamais donn
des cas particuliers sont dissocier
toute chose reste infernal
ça ne vient pas du ciel
en toute lucidit
jamais la solution
Je n'ai que des questions
(N'est pas du ?"ciel?")
translation
Each particular art/talent
nothing is ever freely given
each particular case has to be disassociated
everything remains diabolical
it does not come from Heaven
in all lucidity
never the solution
I have nothing but questions
(Not from ?"Heaven"?)

This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker
Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City
The weather is callin for it to be hotter than a MOTHERFUCKER out there
So crack a brew, roll a blunt, cause the phone lines are open right now
We've expanded to cities like Atlanta, D.C., Tampa, Chicago
Dallas, Memphis, Detroit and L.A.
So call in now, 1-800-High-as-a-Motherfucker
That's 1-800-,High-as-a-MOTHERFUCKER!!
DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it
Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it..
DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it
Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it..
Yo, when I walk I stalk like a dog (AROOF!)
Writin "fuck ya hometown" on ya wall (AROOF!)
WKYA! Them niggaz that'll whip out the dick
and piss ALL in your gar-ments
When I come around, son lay 'em down
This Homey the Clown play around so pay it now
Sweepin the block up, Mayor Doc, he in town
Ridin the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action
Funk Doc, I don't look when I'm crashin!
I'm so dope I could bundle cook-up by the aspirin
Gaspin like it's Aspen, no air
Beef we bring it on with tap shoes and hope the po'-po' there
Graduated, they said Red would go nowhere (uh-uh)
Now, SOURCE AWARDS, ride a water buffalo there
Polo Gear, holes in it, the fo'-fo' wear
Ass out, check the weather report for cold air (brrrr)
On your hottest day of the summer, I snowmobile in
Stack new jacks in the Carter, blow the building
It's WKYA muh'fucker
Bringin trouble your way, so duck muh'fucker!
Yeahh! Two-hundred and fifty-five-thousand pounds
of guerilla shit funk fo' yo' ass motherfucker!
Bricks to Brook-nam, we hold it down, PPP Def Squad
Ya tell me once and I'll tell you again
Pull out the mac-10 and rob yo' friend, yeahhh!

Sorrow in my heart
Fear flows through my vein
My body dies from within
Your burning scar will remain
Branded deep in flesh
Piercing right to the bone
Your voice screams in my head
Why don't you leave me alone
I am I am
Gutterboy
Well it was hard to accept that you would leave me to die
When I never received the love you said you supply
And I still can believe you ever said that you cared

Go Away
October 87 in a South West London cul-du-sac
When mum had her hair like Cher, and those jackets with shoulder pads
Dad snorted the mortgage and the hurricane stole my cat
And my sister started hanging out with all these older lads
At school all I ever gave a crap about was Donkey-Kong and Thunder-Cats
I got jumped in my lunch break and hung up by my under-pants
And all this Peter-Pan ever wanted, was a Blue Peter badge
And my sister was conceived in a two-seater Jag
I’m sailing away, you can get me on the phone
Just put it away, I’m going to try this on my own
I’ve nothing to say
Please go away
Rewind to 1989
The time Dad packed up his suitcase
Meanwhile I super-glued my way through the egg and spoon race
And the first time I saw Mum cry was the night that Grandpa died
So I wrote to Jim'll Fix It but the bastard never replied
And I can remember eating sausage rolls with grated cheese and baked beans
My face inches away from the screen watching the A-Team
Sunday mornings just a day-dream all Snap Crackle and Pop
And the first place you could look for me was down on Fraggle-rock
I’m sailing away, you can get me on the phone
Just put it away, I’m going to try this on my own
I’ve nothing to say