| Song | Lyrics Of Fury |
| Artist | Tricky |
| Album | Pre Millennium Tension |
| 作曲 : Eric B. & W. Griffin | |
| 作词 : Barrier, Griffin, Tricky | |
| I'm rated 'R'...this is a warning, ya better void, | |
| Poets are paranoid, DJ's destroyed, | |
| 'Cause I came back to attack others in spite- | |
| Strike like lightnin', It's quite frightenin' | |
| But don't be afraid in the dark, in a park, | |
| Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark; | |
| Tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up, | |
| What's that, lighten up, you see a sight but, | |
| Suddenly you feel like you're in a horror flick, | |
| You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick. | |
| Music's the clue, when I come your warned, | |
| Apocolypse Now, when I'm done, ya gone. | |
| Haven't you ever heard of a MC-murderer? | |
| This is the death penalty,and I'm servin' a | |
| Death wish, so come on, step to this | |
| Hysterical idea for a lyrical perfectionist | |
| Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street, | |
| You come in my realm ya get beat, | |
| This is off limits, so your visions are blurry, | |
| All ya see is the meters at a volume, | |
| Pumping lyrics of fury | |
| Terror in the styles, never error-files, | |
| Indeed I'm known-your exiled! | |
| For those that oppose to be level or next to this | |
| I ain't a devil and this ain't the exorcist. | |
| Worse than a nightmare, you don't have to sleep a wink, | |
| The pain's a migraine every time ya think, | |
| Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear: | |
| The R-A-K-I-M in your ear; | |
| Then the beat is hysterical, | |
| That makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack, | |
| Soon the lyrical format is superior, | |
| Faces of death remain, | |
| MC's decaying, 'cause they never stayed, | |
| The scene of a crime every night at the show, | |
| The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know, | |
| It's only one capable, breaks-the unbreakable, | |
| Melodies-unmakable, pattern-unecscapable, | |
| A horn if want the style I posses, | |
| I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest, | |
| For those that envy a MC it can be, | |
| Hazardous to your health so be friendly, | |
| A matter of life and death, just like a etch-a-sketch, | |
| Shake 'till your clear, make it disappear, make the next, | |
| After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace, | |
| If not, my soul'll release | |
| The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I'm glad you made it, | |
| 'Cause you're about to see a disasterous sight, | |
| A performance never again performed on a mic: | |
| Lyrics of fury. |
| zuò qǔ : Eric B. W. Griffin | |
| zuò cí : Barrier, Griffin, Tricky | |
| I' m rated ' R'... this is a warning, ya better void, | |
| Poets are paranoid, DJ' s destroyed, | |
| ' Cause I came back to attack others in spite | |
| Strike like lightnin', It' s quite frightenin' | |
| But don' t be afraid in the dark, in a park, | |
| Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark | |
| Tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up, | |
| What' s that, lighten up, you see a sight but, | |
| Suddenly you feel like you' re in a horror flick, | |
| You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick. | |
| Music' s the clue, when I come your warned, | |
| Apocolypse Now, when I' m done, ya gone. | |
| Haven' t you ever heard of a MCmurderer? | |
| This is the death penalty, and I' m servin' a | |
| Death wish, so come on, step to this | |
| Hysterical idea for a lyrical perfectionist | |
| Friday the thirteenth, walking down Elm Street, | |
| You come in my realm ya get beat, | |
| This is off limits, so your visions are blurry, | |
| All ya see is the meters at a volume, | |
| Pumping lyrics of fury | |
| Terror in the styles, never errorfiles, | |
| Indeed I' m knownyour exiled! | |
| For those that oppose to be level or next to this | |
| I ain' t a devil and this ain' t the exorcist. | |
| Worse than a nightmare, you don' t have to sleep a wink, | |
| The pain' s a migraine every time ya think, | |
| Flashbacks interfere, ya start to hear: | |
| The RAKIM in your ear | |
| Then the beat is hysterical, | |
| That makes Eric go get a ax and chops the wack, | |
| Soon the lyrical format is superior, | |
| Faces of death remain, | |
| MC' s decaying, ' cause they never stayed, | |
| The scene of a crime every night at the show, | |
| The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know, | |
| It' s only one capable, breaksthe unbreakable, | |
| Melodiesunmakable, patternunecscapable, | |
| A horn if want the style I posses, | |
| I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest, | |
| For those that envy a MC it can be, | |
| Hazardous to your health so be friendly, | |
| A matter of life and death, just like a etchasketch, | |
| Shake ' till your clear, make it disappear, make the next, | |
| After the ceremony, let the rhyme rest in peace, | |
| If not, my soul' ll release | |
| The scene is recreated, reincarnated, updated, I' m glad you made it, | |
| ' Cause you' re about to see a disasterous sight, | |
| A performance never again performed on a mic: | |
| Lyrics of fury. |