Dolby's Con .......... Christophe Beck

Main Title .......... Christophe Beck

All About the Money .......... Christophe Beck

Big Dead Al .......... Christophe Beck

Hayling .......... FC Kahuna

What Does It All Mean .......... Meat Beat Manifesto Featuring Z-TRIP

Finding Ahsby .......... Christophe Beck

King's Lair .......... Christophe Beck

The Big Finish .......... Christophe Beck

Special Agent Butan .......... Christophe Beck

Heroin .......... Christophe Beck

Suntoucher (The Nextmen's Submarine Mix) .......... Groove Armada

Simple Things (Dorfmeister Con Madrid De Los Austrias Dub Mix) .......... Zero 7

The New Mark .......... Christophe Beck

Hook, Line, Stinker .......... Christophe Beck

Intuition .......... Christophe Beck

Lilly's Assault .......... Christophe Beck

Shakedown .......... Christophe Beck

Emerge (Dave Clarke Remix) .......... Fischerspooner

Trust .......... Christophe Beck

Ibor City .......... Christophe Beck

Refrigerator Gun .......... Christophe Beck

Big Gay Hat .......... Christophe Beck

Vig's Judas .......... Christophe Beck

Madame Hollywood (Tiga's Mister Hollywood Version) .......... Felix Da Housecat

Got Stupid .......... Christophe Beck

Pinched .......... Christophe Beck

Endgame .......... Christophe Beck

Sucker .......... Peaches

Erotica .......... Madonna

Respect (One Rascal Mix) .......... Aretha Franklin

House of the Rising Sun .......... Donald Byrd

Clocks .......... Coldplay

What a Man .......... Linda Lyndell

Don't think about all those things you fear
Just be glad to be here.

Don't think about all those things you fear
Just be glad to be here.

Don't think about all those things you fear
Just be glad to be here.

Don't think about all those things you fear
Just be glad to be here.

Just be glad to be here.

Don't think about all those things you fear
Just be glad to be here.

Don't think about all those things you fear
Just be glad to be here.

Just be glad to be here.
Just be glad to be here.
Just be glad to be here.
Just be glad to be here.
Just be glad to be here.

You know move I never fake.(scratched x7)
Society is a drag, so why not drop it?
You are sleeping.
Lord help me, fill me up.
They'll be singing.
Lord help me, fill me up.
It's the same wherever you are, his voice rocks. (overlapped x3)
0ne hundred twenty million nine hundred fouty six thousand, tree hundred fourty six. Nine hundred fourty six thousand.
Society is a drag,
set me free, give your body it's freedom, what does it all mean.
Lord help me, fill me up.
They'll be singing.
Lord help me, fill me up.(x3)

"SV
Urban Organic, Mic mechanic
Super-human MC powers help me fly around the planet.
Touch the Microphone device, whole countries get flattened
Saving damsels in distress so young girls don't panic.
Putting MCs under pressure till they crack like ceramic
Always thought they could flow but sink like the Titanic.

Rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull
Survive the impact, and arctic cold freezes your soul.
Create a new style, then break the mold
Compositions are controlled, and liable to explode
like land mines, my crew blows through like wind chimes.
Make it hot like fire, 200 proof like Moonshine.

Risky, playing yourself is risky
And the flows mad jazzy like Dizzy Gillespe.
And the sound be harmonious and deadly
like a harpy call either break one like Wayne Gretzky.
No man can test me, so why try?
Focus like a samurai, stronger than a Maitai.
Or a Tsunama... I mean Tsunami
I rock it from MTV, to the BBC.

Radioactive waves short out your TV
LESB check it for me in the next galaxy.
Put it in a time capsule till the next century
In a black out use it for electricity.

Danger, high voltage
Don't feed me their daily dosage
I break it down mathematically, 99.9 is a percentage.
Like closing fine wine the rhymes are vintage
And the universal will gives me strength like spinach.

With dinage, I eat it like a tofu sandwich
With cabbage, I ask your girl, she knows that
I'm not the average... Nigga... who plays to pull the trigga'
Reality's the root of the rhymes that I configure.
Phony... Baloney, swear like Don Corleone
But when shit hit the fan they start crying like Pretty Tony.
Tender like Roni... but wish to be bad like Bobby
Been there, done that, smashed up
Rockin' rhymes is my hobby.

You're probably, like, what's he on
Cause I rock it from the start, till the beat is gone.
Not in the mafia but I'm the Microphone Don
And the words that I shoot out my mouth are Teflon.
Jeru never touch ya, Microphone wrecka'
Meet out in the stretcha'.
Step up in... my center
Try to match wits but the mentor will crush you
Jeru the Damager, the Suntoucher.
"

It's an easy ride to roam
You'll never walk alone
Naturally we blew
Simple things we say
Everyday we find the way

Seems like we've opened up the door
Feels like we've walked this way before
Naturally we blew
Simple things you say
Everyday you'll find the way
It amazes
Everyday

Hi
Huh-i
Hyper
Hyper-media-ocrity
You don't need to
Emerge from nothing
You don't need to
Tear away
You don't need to
Tear away
Feels good
Looks good
Sounds good
Looks good
Feels good too
Feels good too
(Uh-huh that's right)
Feels good too
(Uh-huh that's right)
You don't need to
Emerge from nothing
You don't need to
Tear away
You don't need to
Emerge from nothing
You don't need to
Tear away
(Uh huh that's right)
(Uh huh that's right)
You don't need to
Emerge from nothing
You don't need to
Tear away
You don't need to
Emerge from nothing
You don't need to
Tear away
You don't need to
Emerge from nothing
You don't need to
Tear away
You don't need to
Emerge from nothing
You don't need to
Tear away
[Modem noise]: Look alive!
You don't need to
Emerge from nothing
You don't need to
Tear away

[repeat chorus until fadeout]

Everybody wants to be Hollywood,
The fame, the vanity, the glitz, the stories
One day I'll become a great big star, you know
Like the Big Dipper

And maybe one day, you can visit my condo
On a big hill you know
Like 90210

Just imagine my face in the magazines
People analyzing my look
My body, or any plastic surgery you know,
Like the Big Dipper

And maybe one day you can shake my hand
On the planet Hollywood

You say I'm not underground
I'm rich, I'm famous, I'm vanish, I'm glitz
I'm the story, I'm the star you know,
Like the Big Dipper

Everybody wants to be Hollywood,
The fame, the vanity, the glitz, the stories
One day I'll become a great big star, you know
Like the Big Dipper

And maybe one day, you can visit my condo
On a big hill you know
Like 90210

Just imagine my face in the magazines
People analyzing my look
My body, or any plastic surgery you know,
Like the Big Dipper

And maybe one day you can shake my hand
On the planet Hollywood

You say I'm not underground
But I'm rich, I'm famous, I'm vanish, I'm glitz
I'm the story, I'm the star you know,
Like the Big Dipper

Everybody wants to be Hollywood,
The fame, the vanity, the glitz, the stories
One day I'll become a great big star, you know
Like the Big Dipper

And maybe one day, you can visit my condo
On a big hill you know
Like 90210

Just imagine my face in the magazines
People analyzing my look
My body, or any plastic surgery you know,
Like the Big Dipper

And maybe one day you can shake my hand
On the planet Hollywood

You say I'm not underground
I'm rich, I'm famous, I'm vanish, I'm glitz
I'm the story, I'm the star you know,
Like the Big Dipper

Everybody wants to be Hollywood,
The fame, the vanity, the glitz, the stories
One day I'll be a great big star, you know
Like the Big Dipper

And maybe one day, you can visit my condo
On a big hill you know
Like 90210

Just imagine my face in the magazines
People analyzing my look
My body, or any plastic surgery you know,
Like the Big Dipper

And maybe one day you can shake my hand
On the planet Hollywood

You say I'm not underground
I'm rich, I'm famous, I'm vanish, I'm glitz
I'm the story, I'm the star you know,
Like the Big Dipper

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Erotica, romance (repeat)
My name is Dita
I'll be your mistress tonight
I'd like to put you in a trance

If I take you from behind
Push myself into your mind
When you least expect it
Will you try and reject it
If I'm in charge and I treat you like a child
Will you let yourself go wild
Let my mouth go where it wants to

Give it up, do as I say
Give it up and let me have my way
I'll give you love, I'll hit you like a truck
I'll give you love, I'll teach you how to ...

I'd like to put you in a trance, all over
Erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body (repeat twice)
Erotic, erotic

Once you put your hand in the flame
You can never be the same
There's a certain satisfaction
In a little bit of pain
I can see you understand
I can tell that you're the same
If you're afraid, well rise above
I only hurt the ones I love

Give it up, do as I say
Give it up and let me have my way
I'll give you love, I'll hit you like a truck
I'll give you love, I'll teach you how to ...

I'd like to put you in a trance, all over
Erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body (repeat twice)
Erotic, erotic

Erotica, romance
I'd like to put you in a trance
Erotica, romance
Put your hands all over my body

I don't think you know what pain is
I don't think you've gone that way
I could bring you so much pleasure
I'll come to you when you say
I know you want me
I'm not gonna hurt you
I'm not gonna hurt you, just close your eyes

Erotic, erotic (repeat several times)
Put your hands all over my body
All over me, all over me

Erotica, [give it up, give it up] romance
I'd like to put you in a trance
Erotica, [give it up, give it up] romance
I like to do a different kind of
Erotica, [give it up, give it up] romance
I'd like to put you in a trance
Erotica, romance
Put your hands all over my body

Only the one that hurts you can make you feel better
Only the one that inflicts pain can take it away

Eroti - ca

(oo) What you want
(oo) Baby, I got
(oo) What you need
(oo) Do you know I got it?
(oo) All I'm askin'
(oo) Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home
(just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)

I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone
Ain't gonna do you wrong (oo) 'cause I don't wanna (oo)
All I'm askin' (oo)
Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
Baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)

I'm about to give you all of my money
And all I'm askin' in return, honey
Is to give me my profits
When you get home (just a, just a, just a, just a)
Yeah baby (just a, just a, just a, just a)
When you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)

------ instrumental break ------

Ooo, your kisses (oo)
Sweeter than honey (oo)
And guess what? (oo)
So is my money (oo)
All I want you to do (oo) for me
Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re ,re)
Yeah baby (re, re, re ,re)
Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit)
When you get home, now (just a little bit)

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Take care, TCB

Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)
I get tired (just a little bit)
Keep on tryin' (just a little bit)
You're runnin' out of foolin' (just a little bit)
And I ain't lyin' (just a little bit)
(re, re, re, re) 'spect
When you come home (re, re, re ,re)
Or you might walk in (respect, just a little bit)
And find out I'm gone (just a little bit)
I got to have (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)

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Lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I've tried to swim against,
You've put me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead, singing

Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head
And a trouble that can't be named
tigers waiting to be tamed, singing

You are
You are

Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks, gonna
Come back and take you home
I could not stop what you now know, singing

Come out upon my seas
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease, singing

You are
You are
You are
You are

You are
You are

And nothing else compares
Oh! nothing else compares
And nothing else compares

You are
You are

Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go
Home, home, where I wanted to go (you are)
Home, home, where I wanted to go (you are)

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