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Breakbeat, breakbeat, breakbeat (distorted vocals)

What evil lurks in the hearts of men (note)
Hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat!
Come on y'all!

(original by front 242; remixed by liam)
'right' branded on my brow
'wrong' graven on my mind
You see, the sin is in me

When will it stop unfolding
When will i ever be face to face
With the devil in me

(chorus)
Let me burn you... let me burn you...
Let me burn you down...
Let me burn you... let me burn you...
Let me burn you down...
Burn you down...

(let me... let me...)

Brain wants to rule the heart
Heart wants to tie the hands
Unseat the assassin in me

So you cry, not to give it away
So you lie...

(chorus)

Born with a wicked charm
Torn by this driving harm
You see, it moves into me

So you lie, not to give it away
So you cry

(chorus)

(section 1 at 0:00)

It's like that ya'll
It's like that ya'll
It's like better than that like that ya'll
Come on everybody, let's all get down
Come on everybody, let's all get down

I just can't hold back
Drop the base, drop the base, drop the base now
I just can't hold back

Countdown baby, ready to go!
Countdown baby, ready to go!
Countdown baby, ready to go!
Everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody

Hey poor, you don't have to be poor anymore!
Hey poor, you don't have to be poor anymore!
Hey poor, you don't have to be poor anymore!

And you thought the beat slowed down, come on!

The horns of jericho
The horns of jericho
And you thought the beat slowed down, come on!
And you thought the beat slowed down, come on!

You want a favor, find a favor
You want a favor, find a favor
You want a favor, find a favor

(original by dream frequency; remixed by liam)

Drop the let the groove move
Yeaeaeeaah!
Take me to the top!
Take me to the top!
Take me to the top!
Let's go!

(written by leeroy thornhill aka longman)

I'm the joker
I'm the smoker

(original by jesus jones; remixed by liam)

Across the world the message flies
Information, truth and lies
It's all yours and it`s all mine
You just have to find the time
We're all the same, we share the blame, we play the games
If it's yes or no the decision is easy, it's easy
Zeroes and ones will take us there.

This time the revolution will be computerised
You'll know it as you do it
In real time before your eyes
Slip between realities
There's more to this than anything that you or i can see
The world is mine, the world is yours and here's the cause
Zeroes and ones will take us there.

I've stared into the heart of it all
Seen the pictures on the wall
The beat of a heart
The oceans part and the patterns in my mind

This time, we've split the world once more
There's those that have and that don`t in information wars
Wer'e not alone 'cos all is known, and it`s everywhere
Zeroes and ones will take us there

(various live vocals)
Now hear dis

Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
We eat rhythm, we sleep rhythm
I'd die for the rhythm
I live for the rhythm
We eat it, we sleep it

(???)

Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
The rhythm we eat, the rhythm we live
Go!
We eat it, we sleep it
I live for the rhythm, i die for the rhythm

...

(original by the rolling stones; remixed by maxim)

Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
We get buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat
Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats
Her zipper's broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on friday night
She's a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet
She ain't come out yet
Waiting for a factory girl

This town is coming like a ghost town
All the clubs have been closed down
This place is coming like a ghost town
Bands won't play no more
Too much fighting on the dance floor
Do you remember the good old days before the ghost town?
We danced and sang as the music played in any boomtown

This town is coming like a ghost town
Why must the youth fight against themselves?
Government leaving the youth on the shelf
This place is coming like a ghost town
No job to be found in this country
Can't go on no more
The people getting angry

Hold it

(original by method man; remixed by liam)

Check it, i'm the fuckin man, who they mention
Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse tical voodoo
Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, cuz i be that house over water
Forgot in the realm that be deep as the poseidon
Adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin picture
For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness
Remedies, cousin i be doin on my enemies
Penalty, then i drink forties to they memories
Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity

What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just release, yo delf!!
As i keep it movin, babey we be movin uh
Keep it movin, and we keep it movin uh
Keep it movin baby we be movin uh
Keep it movin, and we keep it huh rharhhh

My god, somebody said it's on, if it isn't i'll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my five fingers of death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the clan
I be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, i bring it to the pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from big isle
No stat, my peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, i mean like thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all i can stands, and i can't stands no mo'
What is it? niggaz think they bigga
Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
They don't know i'm wicked, when i start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a mystic
Then i add a snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the tent when i'm comin to your town
Black man, the rental, god, the pistol
Yah! if you don't want a burn from glock
Then beware, i buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by hoes

What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just breathe in, till then
And keep it movin, baby keep it movin
I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh
We keep movin, you know we keep it moo..rarhrah

Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're ready to spark up the meth-tical
Let me hear you say stim-uli

(original by dr. dooom aka kool keith; remixed by leeroy thornhill)

(intro)
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't know
What i've been going through to make my own, yeah...

Now its time to hurt your feelings as i upset music industry fans
Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right?
You think i'm a monster, ill circus clown, i'm not a specimen
Don't look at me funny when i come around
And ya'll been trying to figure me out for years
Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me
While white boys rub the heads of black music with a japanese assistant
What does a chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame
As i see 'em watching bet
There's a million of creative rappers tryin' to be me
I'm starting to feel like jimi hendrix
When they cover the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7 news
Tellin the truth of the project group
Which they always have secret spies in with eyes
Watchin me record my album, sending producers with wack tracks
And dats, messin' up my whole format
Can you imagine doing something that would need more to function
With an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your back
Talkin about mariah carey's honky
Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys
While i break out to do the shopping, boy
You're makin' a quick phone call
About my sound is too new and different
I need to be a regular like dru hill, a little more ill
Hey keith we want you to be ill!

Yeah, leave me alone!
Hey keith, we want you to be ill!

Of course i'm hard to work with, cos you're hard to work with
I don't wanna be the insane clown posse and collaborate
I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad? cos i'm original?
You can't do the material
When i sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your video
I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating raisin bran cereal
While you front, 'lo i'll take my white rhyme down to world's fargo
How long's it gonna take?
900 thousand and clear, talkin' with a clerk
I don't need a binge this year
Took care of my paperwork
Take the united taxi out to vegas
While the average r'n'b group is doing a promo concert
Ignoring your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground mc's
Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track with one g
How dare you try to insult me?
I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with prodigy
Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to call me