• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• I Get Wrecked - Prodigy
• Bug Powder Dust - Prodigy
• Breakin Bells¡¯ - Prodigy
• Charly - Prodigy
• Climbatize - Prodigy
• Wake Up Call - Prodigy
• Smack My Bitch Up - Prodigy
• The Way It Is - Prodigy
• No Good - Prodigy
• You'll Be Under My Wheels - Prodigy
• Weather Experience - Prodigy
• Time To Get Ill - Prodigy
• The Heat - Prodigy
• Speedway - Prodigy
• Skylined - Prodigy
• ONE LOVE - Prodigy
• Out Of Space - Prodigy
• Rock Dat Shit - Prodigy
• Phoenix - Prodigy
• Jericho - Prodigy
• More Girls - Prodigy
• Memphis Bells - Prodigy
• Medusa's Path - Prodigy
• Kowalski - Prodigy
• Girls - Prodigy
• King Kut - Prodigy
• Its The New Style - Prodigy
• Full Throttle - Prodigy
• Hyperspeed - Prodigy
• How High - Prodigy
• Give The Drummer Some - Prodigy
• Funky Shit - Prodigy
• Claustrophobic Sting - Prodigy
• Break & Enter - Prodigy
• Been Caught Stealing - Prodigy
• 3 Kilos - Prodigy
• Your Love - Prodigy
• Omen - Prodigy
• Invaders Must Die - Prodigy
• Charly (Trip Into Bass And Drum Version) - Prodigy
• What Evil Lurks - Prodigy
• One, Method Man, KAM---Bulworth (They Talk About I - Prodigy
• One Man Army - Prodigy
• Pandemonium - Prodigy
• Rhythm Of Life - Prodigy
• G-Force - Prodigy
• Voodoo People - Prodigy
• Serial Thrilla - Prodigy
• Break and Enter - Prodigy
• New York - Prodigy

(Section 2 at 4:52)
I got more rhymes than Madonna gets dicked!
Thats right boys, you are now jammin to the sounds of the Boogie Down!
Hit em like this, hoooooooo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get a motherfuckin yes (yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
Lyrically I can get wreck (yes), okay
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Can I get motherfuckin ho (ho)
Do I get wreck at any show (ho)
Lyrically I got the flow (ho), say here we go
Coming from the butcher shop
Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get chopped
Chopped, say stopped, hah think stopped
Stop listen to the hip-hop while others slip-slop
Till they hit the tip-top now its time to get props
Wack MCs I just tax
Ill eat tracks, shit it out with Ex-Lax
Bitch ass niggaz step aside
Tenderoni rappers, means your homicide
Toyin non-believers, heres the menace side
Genocide, come inside, youre goin on a murder ride
Peace to all the true hip-hop followers out there!

(Section 2 at 0:00)
[I think its time to discuss your ah
Philosophy of drug use as it relates to artistic endeavor]
Check it, yo!
I always hit the tape with a rough road style
You heard the psychdelic and ya came from miles
Keep my rhymes thick like a Danish brew
So you could call me black and tan when Im a wreckin a crew
Im like Bill Lee whacking when hes in Tangiers
And now Im out on the sole surviving with my Beatnik peers
Analog reel and a little distortion
Smokin on somethin syou could say Im scorchin
I never been the type to rap up a well
Make a man burn his draft card like it was hell
Send ya up the river like you lookin for Kurtz
I got the mugwump jism up in every verse
(Refrain 2x)
Bug powder dust a mugwump jism
And the wild boys runnin into some trippin
Led into control about the Big Brothah
Try like hard to not blow my cover
Whos that man in the windowpane
Got somethin on his tongue and its startin to stain
Sho nuff equip so wop nget dancester
Butt bond my ladder and youll get beat down
Hash bond style so Im singin day glow
Wakin up the dead like serpent and the rainbow
Kick off the shoes and relax your feet
Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat
(...)

(Lyrics that are in parenthenses are uncertain)
(If you can correct these parts, please email me!)
When it comes to smokin lyrics (then this rappers on track?)
(Production ??? between my brain I will wreck?)
No matter what the job Im asked Ill always do it well
My skill my perpetual Ill only excel
(To a power Ill remain?) superior to all
Ill handle any task no matter big or small
For my rapping capability, Im never underrated
When it comes to smokin lyrics, Im always nominated.
Im the number one contender in the hip-hop race
(All the penalties Im falling from for?) now u must face
The ultimate challenger, of course thats me
Super rapper T-La Rock, Im the (greatest?) MC
With my voice so stimulating, feels so seductive
One cant help but find themselves reluctant
To attend the performance of another vocalist
(And so it will follow to rap like this?)

Charly says: Always tell your mummy
before you go off somewhere
Charly says: Always tell your mummy
before you go off somewhere
Trip Into Drum & Bass version
Little bit of bass
Little bit of raas
Charly says bass
Charly says raas
Bass, bass, little bit of bass,
little bit of bass,

(Instrumental)

It's been a long time but I just can't wake up
Back on tour, one, two, three, we all back on four you better wake up

Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
Smack my bitch up
Smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up

That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is
That's just the way
That's just the way
That's just the way
That's just the way it is
That's just the way
That's just the way it is
That's just the way
That's just
That's just the way
That's just the way
That's just the way
That's just the way it is
That's just the way
That's just the way it is
That's just the way
That's just the way it is
That's just the way
That's just the way it is
That's just the way

You're no good for me,
I don't need nobody.
Don't need no one,
that's no good for me.

I rock rock, rock,
I roll I roll
Rock, Rock, Rock

Wales and in the more central and southern parts
It'll be a fine, dry day
Good deal of sunshine to begin
With clouding over somewhat later on
But for Scotland, North Ireland and Wales
And in the more central and southern parts, it'll be a fine, dry day
Good deal of sunshine to begin
With clouding over somewhat later on
5 to 7, backing South-Westerly 4

(Lyrics by M. Diamond, A. Yauch and The King)
Im not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when Im on the mic C I just say my rhymes
Because Im out on bail C the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life C but I wont go to jail
Im cool calm collected C from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. C were rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
Whats the time? C its time to get ill

Can you feel it?
The energy, the heat
The energy, the heat

Fly away, fly away...

(Instrumental)

Allah, allah
Allah, allah
Allah, allah

I'm gonna send him to outer space,
To find another race.
I'm gonna send him to outer space,
To find another race.
I'll take your brain to another dimension.
I'll take your brain to another dimension.
I'll take your brain to another dimension.
(hold it!)

[Prodigy]
Yo, What we doing right now?...
Fuck Man...
Niggas don't know what pain is man...
I got 200 needle pokes in my arm nigga...
Who be the source of this rap shit, us the bosses
PuertoRock style, 20 shanks talk shit
I rock bandanas like a gang member
But i'm an infamous representative don't get if fucked up
I need more guns like i need more funds
Like i need more businesses for my duns
Like i need more vehicles to make more runs
Send a rep to your doorstep hand on that arms
Sink a dog on your most valuable dun, it's war
You talk most, we splish splash the most, wet your clothes
It's fucked up, your uniform got all soaked
Pop niggas like a fish fry, take me for jokes
Silence that bitch, i put one in your throat
Don't provoke my niggas'll jump you might croak
And this little ass nigga, funny style nigga
You must got to much alcohol in your system
We bloody sport niggas that love to pick victim
Don't be a stat, you should stand back when my infamous clique come
After i fucks i piss cum, I spit the illest shit you ever heard of
What's that outfit you rep, I never heard of
Smash y'all niggas like insects you bugged
The fuck out like dust from crazy eddie
Spaghetti headed mobb niggas rhyme deadly
I rock infamous sweat suits and like my guns heavy
You ain't ready for a street life nigga baby
I'm too fowl, too grimey, too much Q.B. is inside me please rewind me
I'm every blocks theme music, Every projects anthem
Every guns handle it's on and clap two
[Chorus]
Yo...
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's that shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's my shit, i need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it
[Prodigy]
To top it off, i'm a pretty gansta, fly thug
All of my duns concieted
Ain't a chick more dime than me
I let a hoe know quickly sit bitch
Let me put you on the hottest shit be
I be the H.N.I.C of the whole shit
Never let a hoe get more than i wanna give
She be lucky if she get a pull of the dope
Only if she giving head to the whole clique
Aiyo, i'm just kidding, but yo i'm not playin
My wolves walk around the whole club schemin
Searching for a cutie that like to drink semen
Bring her to the mini mansion, told me she wanna get funny
Told me how she like way i talk dirty
I told her she had potential talk to Chinkey
He the type of vulture to fly a girl wit me
Outta state send her back to you on some freak shit
How you stink, make you wanna bust your gun
Mad cuz you know a iller nigga fucking your hun
Handle it, what more can i say
Put her on a chain, my duns too beautiful for her to stay away
[Chorus]
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's that shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's my shit, i need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's that shit, I need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo Rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug
They could never get enough of it
Yo that's my shit, i need that shit
To boost my adrenaline
Yo rock that shit, that real life shit
Makes niggas wanna thug it

Can you feel my love buzz?
Would you believe me when I tell you

The horns of Jericho.
The horns of Jericho.
The horns of Jericho.
Eaaaaw!
Eaaaaw!
Eaaaaw!
Feel the base come down on me.
(The sample "bounces". Sounds like "Baby")
Feel the base come down on me.
(The sample "bounces")
(You want a favor, find a favor)?
Keep on dancing
(yeah)
Keep on dancing
(baby)
The horns of Jericho
The horns of Jericho

Imagine how it would be
To be at the top
Making cash money
easy girl, easy girl)
Go and tour all
around the world
Tell stories about
all the young girls
Every action, a reaction

lick it once
lick it twice
c'mon put that shit on ice
C'mon, C'mon
lick it once
gonna lick it-twice

Instrumental.

Kowalski C Vanishing point
Kowalski C Vanishing point
Kowalski C Vanishing point
Kowalski C Vanishing point
[Like a butterfly on a man]
[Like a butterfly on a man]
[Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice...]

(MAN
(WOMAN
Imagine how it would be
To be at the top
Making cash money
Go and tour all
around the world
Tell stories about
all the young girls
Imagine how it would be
To be at the top
Making cash money
Girls
(WOMAN
Travel fast
Have a blast
Travel fast
Make it last
Girls, Girls Round the world!
(WOMAN
Imagine how it would be
To be at the top
Making cash money
Go and tour all
around the world
Tell stories about
all the young girls
(WOMAN

(Section 3)
Play it and scratch it
Play it and scratch it
King Kut, u know u wanna slice
Scratch is so nice u gotta hear it twice
King Kut, and its good to go
Scratchin to the beat in stereo
DJ Cheese (and a little bit sore?)
Scratch up the beat and go off, go off
Im not original, Im predictable
And when I MC Im powerful
In my own way i rock the mic
I got a style of my own,
Never have to fight
Cos I can rock any record
If u just let us
Me go off, I can do it better with
Jazz, solo, rock-and-roller
Scratchin to the set or on a big solo
Cos I announce the time,
When it comes to rhyming (sing)
Lyrics like this, Im a scientist
And if u want proof that we got juice,
Just check out the rhymes that we produce
Were gonna take our talent to the extreme
Destroy this place like a mad machine
Cos were live, wise, organised
Three in a place youll recognise

(Section 4 at 6:16)
(Lyrics by M. Diamond, R. Rubin, A. Yauch and The King)
There it is C kick it!!!
Father to many C married to none
And in case youre unaware I carry a gun
Stepped into the party C the place was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back
I had to get a beeper cause my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut cause Im fully strapped
I got money in the bank C I can still get high
Thats why your girlfriend thinks that Im so fly
Ive got money and juice C twin sisters in my bed
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
If I played guitar Id be Jimmy Page
The girlies I like are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like
Ill steal your honey like I stole your bike
Your father C hes jealous cause Im making that green
Ive got the girlies numbers from the places I been

yieow...
yieow...
yieow... We're going in full throttle.

Let's jet out, we'll cruise at hyperspeed,
I've got the beat, I've got the beat

(Section 2 at 1:52)
How high! Oh I can kiss the sun
Run a minute mile while you hitch hike
Love shines a light Ill be a winner cup
And Im lookin for the one who cut you up
Youre not having me you know the skies are mean
And Im hopin for a way to free you, love
Im fixing holes the ones you break up come in from your drive
And the hand that rocks you cuts you up like lyrics of your life
I cant buy what Ive done before
I want to open up another door
Im going to let you pass Im on another pass
I want to be the king while you zig zag
On a holy road like Caine from Kung Fu
How high oh! I can kiss the sun
Hang on to your hopes my darlin dont let it slip away
And the hand that holds you keeps you warm and [...] dont let it slip away
(...)

(Section 1 at 3:28)
(Intro)
One two, one two
Ultramagnetics in full effect
We talkin about givin the drummer some
You know what, Kool Keith, yo, tell em whats on your mind
(Kool Keith)
Im ready and now its my turn to build
Uplift, get swift, then drift off... and do my own thing
Switch up change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up like a pimp
For any rapper who attempt to wear Troops and step on my path
Im willing as a A-1 General Rhyme Enforcer 235 on a rhyme test
Whatever group or vest in line I put em all behind
Play MC Ultra as a warning sign of my skill, and what my mind deserves
I smell a grape in the duck preserves and
Who deserves the right to be king of the screen
And shout wack poetry what, are you buggin
Germs that want to law me, quit it, before I heat your ear off
Let your burn deduct another year off rappin for a face Im slappin
Gimme applause when hands start clappin, now give the drummer some

Oh my God, that's the funky shit
Oh my God, that's the funky shit
Oh my God, that's the funky shit
Oh my God, that's the funky shit

Hahahahahaha
Hahahahahaha...
aaaahhhaaaaa
aaaahhhaaaaa...
My mind is glowing
My mind is glowing
Hahahahahaha (aaaahhhaaaaa)
My mind is glowing
My mind is glowing
Hahahahahaha
My mind is glowing
aaaahhhaaaaa
aaaahhhaaaaa...
Hahahahahaha
Hahahahahaha...
My mind is glowing
My mind is glowing
My mind is glowing
My mind is glowing
My mind is glowing
My mind is glowing
My mind is glowing

Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth
Bring it down to earth

(Section 2 at 4:03)
Ive been caught stealing
Once when I was 5...
I enjoy stealing
Its just as simple as that
Well, its just a simple fact
When I want something
And dont want to pay for it
I walk right through the door
Walk right through the door
Hey all right! If I get by, its mine
Mine all mine!

(Instrumental)

Your love...
Your love...
Your love...
Wo-ho, wo-ho, wo-ho-ohoo...
Wo-ho, wo-ho, wo-ho-ohoo...

It's an omen
It's an omen
It's an omen
Now the writing's on a wall
It won't go away
It's an omen
You just run out of automation
Now the writing's on a wall
It won't go away
It's an omen
It's an omen
It's an omen
Now the writing's on a wall
It won't go away
It's an omen
You just run out of automation
Now, now
Now the writing's on a wall
It won't go away
It's an omen
You just run out of automation
Now the writing's on a wall
It won't go away
It's an omen
It's an omen
It's an omen
It's an omen

We are The Prodigy
Invaders must die
Invaders must die
Invaders must die
Invaders must die
Invaders must die
Invaders must die
Invaders must die
Invaders must die
Invaders must die
We are The Prodigy
Invaders must die

Meauw...
Charly says... bass
Charly says... raas
Bass, bass, little bit of bass, little bit of bass, little bit of raas
Little bit of bass, little bit of raas
Little bit of bass, little bit of raas
Little bit of bass, little bit of raas

What evil lurks in the hearts of men
Hold the beat. Stop the beat. Drop the beat!

[Featuring KRS-One, Method Man, KAM]
[Prodigy]
Aiyyo, wordup Dunn
Man you know how I feel
Gotta be more to it than this, word up
*Doing an impression of Scarface*
This what it's all about Dunn? Uh?
Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (Can't understand)
Whattup, I don't know baby
Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up
I'm tellin you right now
I know this shit though, aiyyo
Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to
absorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
Take a few to give me a edge
My green light shine bright, Kryptonite type
Fully operational, my physical cream
Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazine
Popped it inside the AR-15
Put it aside, round up the regime
While you rely on religion, I hold a nine
on the mission, to pull fire on your opposition
Revelation was the vision of this
Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit
My story goes back to them lost Pyramids
I'm seeing things that you won't believe exists
He use a Lunar-tick, suspended in time Dunn
The secondary light got your mind
You rock the fatigues, to squab until ?popular? guns
But are you really prepared, for the things to come?
[KRS-One]
Check it out
True underground sound from the Boogie Down
Uptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at Rolling Stone
Spin Details and other places, KRS is The Source
Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print about Black Mayors, Black Senators
Why you ain't got no Black Editors?
Everytime I do an interview in Rolling Stone
They sendin me a writer that look like he's Home Alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone
This has got to stop -- your whole spot
is blown sky high, battle why try?
My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
You don't understand, why you're publically banned
until you recognize the writing skills of a black man
Black Editor, all of us ain't thuggin
Gossiping over who's homosexual
Some of us are Black Intellectuals, up in Harlem World
You can't get with me, so now in Midtown
you wanna stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin this
[Method Man]
How many didn't want to see it happen
Street moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do good through legal action
So you sabotage and throw a Def in the Squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin
these Dark Soul Assassins, Jake's hate the Gods with a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the Jim Crow law, mind control theory
Y'all niggaz don't hear me, Generation Next
Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet
by the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
is reality the truth, the whole truth and
nothin but the truth, taste is the proof
These niggaz want the Juice, and in the crossfire
be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot
[KAM]
What kind of party is this, it's that political kind
Where America's best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white collar crime
behind suits, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
I robs the damn nation
so I can live in luxury, you fucks with me
You marryin the dirt and I'ma throw in the tux for free
I tell the people what they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year
So when the coast is clear, I stop duckin
and start back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
That's my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-Six convicts, lyin is automatic
in the government, Republican or Democratic
Fuck Freedom, Justice and Equality
Nigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy

from Spawn soundtrack
Taste the back of my crystal fist
Dog of the reservoir
Causing friction

I just can't hold back...
I just can't hold back...
Drop the base... Drop the base...
Drop the base... Drop the base now.

Rhythm of life...
AAAAaaaaaAAAAaaaaaaAAaaaaa...
AAAAaaaaaAAAAaaaaaaAAaaaaa...
Rhythm of life...
Rhythm of your mind...
Rhythm of life...
Rhythm of your mind...
your mind... your mind... your mind... your mind...

Countdown, baby, get ready to go!
Non-stop energy left but you go
Everybody

Magic people, voodoo people.
The voodoo, who-do-what-you-don't-dare-do people.
Voodoo!
The voodoo, who-do-what-you-don't-dare-do people.

Damage destructor, crowd disruptor.
Youth-corruptor, everytimer.
Damage destructor, crowd disruptor.

Bring it down to earth
Eiaaeiaha...

An imitation from New York
Youre made in Japan
From cheese and chalk
Youre hipy tarts hero
Cos you put on bad show
You put on bad show
Oh dont it show
Still oh out on those pills
Oh do you remember
Think its well playing Maxs Kansas
Youre looking bored
And youre acting flash
With nothing in your gut
You better keep yer mouth shut
You better keep yer mouth shut
In a rut
Still oh out on those pills
Do the sambo
Four years on
You still look the same
I think about time
You changed your brain
Youre just a pile of shit
Youre coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
Youre sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
Think its well playing in Japan
When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
Youre just a pile of shit
Youre coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
Youre sealed with a kiss
Still oh out on those pills
Cheap thrills, anadins, aspros, anything
Youre condemned to eternal bullshit
Youre sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
A kiss a kiss youre sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss youre coming to this
I wanna kiss anything
Oh kiss this eh boy