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Massive Attack - Five Man Army
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Horace Andy
Horace Andy
Vocals
Tricky
Tricky
Vocals
Willy Wee
Willy Wee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Del Naja
Robert Del Naja
Songwriter
Adrian Nicholas Matthews Thaws
Adrian Nicholas Matthews Thaws
Songwriter
Caroline Williams
Caroline Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Massive Attack
Massive Attack
Producer
Johnny Dollar
Johnny Dollar
Producer
Jeremy Allom
Jeremy Allom
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Petri
Kevin Petri
Engineer
Tim Young
Tim Young
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Trendy Wendys you know what I mean Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans She watches her street cred 'cause she's no dummy Saw rockin the microphone and now she's calling me a honey Says I know what I want, don't move with thugs Warehouse parties, hip-hop, and smoking drugs And whoever's been the boss she's down with 'em She's always on time 'cause the girl got rhythm To avoid all complications, I'll give some information About a certain location under Paddington Station 'Cause when I host my show I avoid the girl called Lola Who's more p-p-popular than the drink they call Coca Cola I'm just practice posing face is shaded in black Is dominating as my color, the massive attack Right now I hit it, kick it, flow smooth hit middle wicket I take a small step, now it's a giant stride People say I'm loud, why should I hide? Only had a small taste, so what a waste I quietly observe though it's not my space Bottom end's heavy, you know we're never even People call me Tricky for particular reason I've got you, say, and I've got to let you know, see We're rockin' in your area, rock beneath your balcony My baby just cares for me, well that's funny Her touch tickles, especially on my tummy Now who's got the microphone? Now who's honey? A turbo turbo and chant with a charge Addy Daddy G wild bunch crew at large Don't call me an officer just call me a sarge Mashing up the country planning also abroad Plan to go to America when I get a visa card But gettin' a visa card nowadays isn't hard So keep your ears glued listen to every chord Tokyo City's one place that we toured Four Technic plus two mixer board Sharper than a Wilkinson razor sword When I was a child I played Subbuteo on My table then I graduate to Studio One 'Cos D's my nom de plume you know but 3's my pseudonym And around my neck you know I wear the Sony Budokan Indigo blues you got me in my own shoes The people dancing in the shape, for what they make they can't lose Yes waxing lyrical but this time it's not satirical It's kinda spherical, so jam me in a cir-i-cle This is the miracle of the dubplate dub selection So whether you're black or white or half-caste in your complexion Yes pull out your phono plug and tuck you in you phony It started by Marconi, resumed by Sony A summary of wireless history and only Massive Attack enormé esplosioné Get away with you gangsters We don't want it Get away with you gangsters We don't like it Eternal love eternal love Money money money Root of all evil Money money money Root of all evil
Writer(s): Robert Del Naja, Andrew Lee Isaac Vowles, Adrian Nicholas Matthew Thaws, Carol Williams, Grantley Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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