Leave Me Alone

The Prodigy

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

    Now it's 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 y'all 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 trying 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, messing 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
    Making an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys
    While I break out to do the shopping, boy
    You’re making 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!

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    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 trying 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, talking with a clerk
    I dont 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
    ¡ welcome to the business¡
    Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical fitness
    I ain't playing all this african stuff, all look the same

    I don't need a joe neckbone putting his artwork on my cd
    Enjoying apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sitting on the
    throne
    No, I'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure
    Besides I do wear a cold blue winter
    And eat at beautiful resturants... yeah!

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

    Why you think I should wear a motorcycle helmet?
    Why don't you wear it?
    Put on some wings like a parrot
    Let’s discuss this contract
    Why are you hyping up a normal female group with fat cellulite
    that sound wack
    Most of y'all going out like uncle toms, like louis armstrongs
    Wearing a tattoo and born on stage like tracy chapman
    I canceled a big tour 'cos I was prepared
    You're on the roll with your damn money and ya're all scared
    Why y'all walkin, look hard like your manager got your name
    All over your versatile card
    And plus, this video treatment sucks
    The fishlens effect
    The lens to the camera only costs 100 bucks
    Look at the director trying to tell me what to do
    I’ve done this before
    14 degrees freezing cold doing poppa large with a cage over my
    head, that's dead
    Don't get your imagination too messed up
    I'm wearing a yankee hat and a starter
    I'm not dressing up
    How you gonna tell me what to wear?
    I don't need mascara and a stylist
    Save that for a big rock group like pantera
    Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol,
    dreamworks
    Never got robbed, put my lyrics away and stuffed
    Too many people with hands in my projects
    Having fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man
    I'm like prince
    You might see me once every 5 years at the record company
    While most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car
    notes to be paid
    Under the table doing routine dances for advances
    Oooh... you've been involved...

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

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    Composición: Remixed By Leeroy y Dr. Dooom Aka Kool Keith

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