C’era un film omonimo, ma non credo che avesse a che fare con questo disco. Maxim “out fo the Prodigy” ci fa capire chi sia la mente del gruppo. I chemical beat a-là "Firestarter" riempiono le vuote tracce di questo disco che sembra un remix più che una novità. Interessanti sono "Killing Culture" e la canzone che dà il nome al disco. Certo che avere Skin ex-Skunk Anansie aiuta le vendite, anche se la canzone "Carmen Quasy" è molto interessante, pur riassumendo nel ritornello lo scopo di questo disco:”money making is a wondelful thing...”
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03 Carmen Queasy (04:02)
My vision is distorted by my sleazy mind
Too picturesque an image to control this time
My intimate discriminating fears you test
By ignorance that truly feels it knows me best
You have the power
But you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us
The intricate sincerity is choking me
It's scrambling and crawling all around my feet
In words that jump from line to line and cover me
My credible intelligence evading me
You have the power
But you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us
So now you're telling me it's so damn easy
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
But I don't wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Carmen Queasy, I don't wanna be
Don't wanna be
Don't wanna be
Don't wanna be
Don't wanna be
I'm flinging our some riddims in a cultural scare
Suffocating, still frustrating, like we care
Dissecting all who analyse an empty heart
Just spitting out some old wet dreams and calling it art
You have the vision
But you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us
So now you're telling me it's so damn easy
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
But I don't wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy Carmen Queasy
Cos money-making is a wonderful thing money-making
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making, money-taking
We don't have a choice
But we still have a voice
Antagonist, life is too short
Twist, deform and distort
Impregnate brains enter my seminar
Money-making, music making, failure
Got to take back what's mine
Got to take back
Keep choking and holding, provoking
My lifestyle you'll be smoking
So now you're telling me it's so damn easy
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
But I don't wanna be a marketed baby
Try to see yourself as Carmen Queasy
Cos money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
Money-making is a wonderful thing
04 Spectral Wars (04:00)
Micro invisible, small and non-visual
Gaslight the chemical, combust original
Physical geometry, oracle rhyme mineral
Emphasis the snatom, soul crack the atom
Internal affecter, 85 detector
My optic analyse ghetto, supreme spectrum
Glass profile the style, bling reflect
Triple decks and levels, the tri-tech projection
I'm listening a diamond in the rough of my rhyme
Shoot a beam for the need of a dig in the times
Rhyme system OS,99 sublime
Hieroglyphs, science of death, MC design
Let it be the main line in a text from vein to mind
Let the chromosomes attack, simulate your fate
Ship-shape in the matrix, rewind the date
I am the vector inspector mechanism
2000 reflect your spectral years are written
Walk, do not defect or betray your schism
I'll force you down, inject the compact revision
Scan the drive until your terror byte based and spliced
You're flat-line, let your mind and head space
On line for micron downloads and modes
Suppose your parallel shall eclipse, explode
I want 3000 and 1 of those killer clones
For exercise assault and time ports and worm holes, the do
For jewel of mankind unscrolled
Was delivered in the liver of a humanoid mole
Who broke wild from the memories of organic thoughts of the past
That clashed with the matters of facts
From the death star chip in his eye had a glitch
He had a flashback, a banging, rap sheets and track
With a gift, the swift, the flux flex perplexed, the code X crossed react
Over the grid of the ship and bus bray X ray and bounce with the blue print
Into the moon link orbit of Triton he wrote digital images
Barrier being the carrier of the code X jewels
The son of Synthetica moves stealth
Stylo the Stellar Killer Beon
The innocents that help hard shell 9000 parallel hell
I am the vector inspector mechanism
2000 reflect your spectral years are written
Walk, do not defect or betray your schism
I'll force you down, inject the compact revision
Scan the drive until your terror byte based and spliced
You're flat-line, let your mind and head space
On line for micron downloads and modes
Suppose your parallel shall eclipse, explode
Hey yo, I intel state of the art body part
Humanoid Lo Jack mainframe and diehard
2130 getting dirty on digital
Lancing the place and setting dynasty killer taste
I am the Tron's own schism with the schematic frame and form
Rhyme tectonic plate, encased the drones with a roll
And bring back the scroll and solar protocol
And tack vector humanoid and clone
Connect the deck, yo protect the neck
From the inject directrix medium simplex
Never go deep on the trail of a skin job
Uploads the G-force stun, rhyme, cruciform
Ice came for Lucifer, I'm ready to roll
I got my team patrol with a synthetic glow
My second orbit of Triton, now the atmosphere approacher
I am the vector inspector of all scrolls
I am the vector inspector mechanism
2000 reflect your spectral years are written
Walk, do not defect or betray your schism
I'll force you down, inject the compact revision
Scan the drive until your terror byte based and spliced
You're flat-line, let your mind and head space
On line for micron downloads and modes
Suppose your parallel shall eclipse, explode
07 Worldwide Syndicates (04:33)
f/ Chris Corner
[Intro - Maxim]
Yo, international hits goin' on
Yo, digital....satelite uplink
We ain't talking about no lifestyle, gold cufflinks
Whatever, yo, yo, yo
[Hook - Maxim]
I know the link between Wideworld Sydicates
We touch the borders, the borders so delicate
I know the link between Wideworld Syndicates
We touch the borders, the borders so intricate
I know the link between Wideworld Sydicates
We touch the borders, the borders so delicate
I know the link between Wideworld Sydicates
Syndicates, syndicates!
[Chris Corner]
Arrrghaaa! Gaseous attack, I broadcast these facts
so the masses react
'Cos we're trapped in the Worldwide
Worldwide deception, stock markets crash
(?) start to hash
Deep in the torture, prisoners of war
It's martial law, harsh and indoors
This New World Order, try manslaughter
Time on every borderline as the blind follow the blind
2001: Space Odessey collapsin' the economy
Grim Reaper - maximum prodigy
Ain't no hard drives, lookin' all pretty
We talk about Smart Cards, life in the city
it's shitty. WAAAAAGH! *deep breaths*
I concentrate, contemplate
How can I take the weight? URRGH, URRGH-AAAHH!
Wipe your tears for your son, Mom
Cos Vietnam was sorta like a high school prom
Prepared to take this destruction
Governments, got in construction
Your life will be worth less than dust then.
Actions to cover the earth with radiation. Alert!
The ozone layer's goin' to burst!
(?)
Death to the power of the sun
Hear it explained and clear, in your eardrum
New York to England, tight like a snare drum
Maxim, Poetic and Diamond J
Help you find a way before mankind decays
La la-la, la la-la-ah-ah
La la-la, yo, yo, yo
Inside this veritcal villages
Where we murder and pillage
and watch our own earth diminish
Niggas' store owners become album killers
I love them soldiers, they got no limits
Trap ya soul in it, niggas who flow with it
Soul with it and start blowin' kisses
at young brothers in showbusiness
Paint a picture so vivid you can feel it
[Hook]
[Maxim]
What's goin on in this *whoooooop-whoooop*
A confusin' time for all, everyone's got to agree
The complex state of affairs - peer pressure
Who's the aggressor? Who's the Spartacists?
Who can we trust? What future lies before us?
I must stress - It's down to intellect
Over-tiredness, over-exergtion, perversion
The strain, we put on the life game
Many men want to find the meaning to the colourful
palette of everyday scenarios
Touch of a button, violate nature's laws
Big bad claws, neither mine, neither yours
We take this chaos, no respect
Do we have to wreck everything?
We have to take steps to protect all assets
Utilise our intellect - we cannot forget!
Too many wild cards in the pack, elusive
Characters, politicians to barristers, lunatics
madmen (?) and straight through to lecturers
The soul conquered (?)
Obscenity of hypocrisy, it's genuine
I plan to ruin, I make a profit out of everything
Ranging from snakeskins to amphetamines
Precious stones, to bitumin
[Hook]
12 Backward Bullet (05:30)
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who do we fear most of all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who do we fear most of all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who do we fear most of all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who do we fear most of all?
The streets are bleeding, many guns are feeding
Mothers are grieving, justice is deceiving
The uniform our enemy, cop killing for energy
Kids die through corrupt cops, bullet biting has gotta stop
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
Knock me out, I've gone to ground cut me down. I've gone to ground
Backward bullet cut me down backward bullet. cut me down
Knock me out, I've gone to ground cut me down. I've gone to ground
Backward bullet cut me down backward bullet. cut me down
The streets are bleeding, many guns are feeding
Mothers are grieving, true colors revealing
Guntopia our culture, young brother you're my future
Young attitude so innocent. Mankind needs deliverance
Knock me out, I've gone to ground cut me down. I've gone to ground
Backward bullet cut me down backward bullet. cut me down
Knock me out, I've gone to ground cut me down. I've gone to ground
Backward bullet cut me down backward bullet. cut me down
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who do we fear most of all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who do we fear most of all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who do we fear most of all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who do we fear most of all?
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
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