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The Prodigy - Ремиксы
04.04.2008, 13:08

The Prodigy - Ремиксы

Front 242 - Religion
Zeroes And Ones
Made In Two Minutes
Release Yo' Delf
Take Me

 


Front 242 - Religion


'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
(Хор)
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...
(Хор)
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
(Хор)

 


Zeroes And Ones

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.

 

 

Made In Two Minutes


Hear the drum on the dancefloor is rap
Oh God! This is real! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Don't waste no time, if you know it's right
Cos you'll regret it for the rest of your life
Hear the drum on the dancefloor is rap
Hear the drum on the dancefloor is rap
Oh God! Yeah!
Don't waste no time, if you know it's right
Cos you'll regret it for the rest of your life
This is real! Yeah! Yeah! Oh God! Yeah!

 


Release Yo' Delf


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, we keep it movin uh
Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh
Keep it movin baby we be movin uh
Keep it movin, 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, you know we keep it movin
Baby we be 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

 


Take Me


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!

 

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