Hell is round the corner

Tricky :
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.

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
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.

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 become 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 reducee me, seduce me,
Dress me up in Stüssy.

Martina :
Hell is round the corner where I shelter.
Isms and schisms, we're living a skelter
If you believe I'll deceive and common 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.