(Like, like, like this)
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
(Like this)
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
(Like, like this)
(Like this)
(Like this)
Smack my bitch up
(Like this)
(Like this)
Smack my bitch up
(Like this)
(Like this)
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
(Like this)
Prodigy - The Fat of the Land Album Lyrics
Prodigy - The Fat of the Land Lyrics
Writer: Liam Howlett, Cedric Ulmont Miller, Tim Randolph, Mike Smith, Keith Mathew Thornton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Breathe
Breathe with me.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale.
Breathe with me.
Breathe with me.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale
Breathe with me.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale.
Breathe with me.
Breathe with me.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale
Breathe with me.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale
Writer: Keith Andrew Palmer, Keith Charles Flint, Liam Howlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, BMG Rights Management, THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, BMG Rights Management, THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.
Diesel Power
Yo, I used to check out lyrics upon the format
Build with skill with technique - computer A-DAT
My lyrical form is clouds on your brainstorm
I get hyped, think, thought flow
Acrobat, sync the track, pump the track
Dance missions, clubs (close?) like spores react by (past?)
Strong visions, and hurrying more
Reflects on the dancefloor
Flow it up (blowing up?) and having mad people showing up (Note)
Packing crowds, jam packed venues
Needles collapse, while atmospheres continues
Sprinkle that, winnin' like that, movin' like that, hittin' like that
The melody is fat (phat?) (Note)
Yeah, I'm on the energy source
The cosmic boss with Prodigy
Different astrology, my intellect's the power (devour?)
With Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...
We spin back rewind - Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantasically
It has to be, automatically
Check it out - you better work it out
Change to another route
My techniques, strategies, abilities
I leave cords of mikes hanging like spring leads
You would try so fast (do a track?), beyond the human eye
Lyrical tactics, vocal gymnastics
E's and pepped up, you get scrapped up (Note)
Smacked up, backed up, your crew's all cracked up
Checking flow, pick choose, quick, you can't stick
My medical brain's a stranger's angles (My medical ? metaphor range is as strange as angles?)
You get tangled, twisting side effects us (twist inside affections?)
Channels repeat, complete, can't compete
Check that our texture, mind adventure
Exploit the point, it attracts to devour
My intellects proceed - with diesel power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...
Back attack - and whack patch
You're faxing me - you don't want none
High quality acts should be still standing
Damaging your other manic
Quick reverse - potent as the first verse
My amplifier blows on your world's higher
World's sire, cuts like a barbed wire
Record player, I pull up on you every day
Fast forward, I move and I swings toward
Exit load, put your brain in right mode
Selected mix, the man will perfect the fix (the man with perfected fix?) has lightly bite me
Copy zimmers (Xerox?), cops' handblocks
You can't knock some out there
I'll be (upbeat?) lifting, shifting, persisting, intelligent kingpin
Keepin' astrology
As I roll with Prodigy
With Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...
Model 706-8073-421, Robot Sonic
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...
Build with skill with technique - computer A-DAT
My lyrical form is clouds on your brainstorm
I get hyped, think, thought flow
Acrobat, sync the track, pump the track
Dance missions, clubs (close?) like spores react by (past?)
Strong visions, and hurrying more
Reflects on the dancefloor
Flow it up (blowing up?) and having mad people showing up (Note)
Packing crowds, jam packed venues
Needles collapse, while atmospheres continues
Sprinkle that, winnin' like that, movin' like that, hittin' like that
The melody is fat (phat?) (Note)
Yeah, I'm on the energy source
The cosmic boss with Prodigy
Different astrology, my intellect's the power (devour?)
With Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...
We spin back rewind - Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantasically
It has to be, automatically
Check it out - you better work it out
Change to another route
My techniques, strategies, abilities
I leave cords of mikes hanging like spring leads
You would try so fast (do a track?), beyond the human eye
Lyrical tactics, vocal gymnastics
E's and pepped up, you get scrapped up (Note)
Smacked up, backed up, your crew's all cracked up
Checking flow, pick choose, quick, you can't stick
My medical brain's a stranger's angles (My medical ? metaphor range is as strange as angles?)
You get tangled, twisting side effects us (twist inside affections?)
Channels repeat, complete, can't compete
Check that our texture, mind adventure
Exploit the point, it attracts to devour
My intellects proceed - with diesel power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...
Back attack - and whack patch
You're faxing me - you don't want none
High quality acts should be still standing
Damaging your other manic
Quick reverse - potent as the first verse
My amplifier blows on your world's higher
World's sire, cuts like a barbed wire
Record player, I pull up on you every day
Fast forward, I move and I swings toward
Exit load, put your brain in right mode
Selected mix, the man will perfect the fix (the man with perfected fix?) has lightly bite me
Copy zimmers (Xerox?), cops' handblocks
You can't knock some out there
I'll be (upbeat?) lifting, shifting, persisting, intelligent kingpin
Keepin' astrology
As I roll with Prodigy
With Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...
Model 706-8073-421, Robot Sonic
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...
Writer: LIAM HOWLETT, KEITH MATHEW THORNTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Funky Shit
Oh my god that's the:
Funky shit!
Oh my god that's the:
Funky shit!
Oh my god that's the:
Funky shit
Oh my god that's the:
Funky shit!
Funky shit!
Oh my god that's the:
Funky shit!
Oh my god that's the:
Funky shit
Oh my god that's the:
Funky shit!
Writer: MICHAEL DIAMOND, ADAM KEEFE HOROVITZ, LIAM HOWLETT, JAMES SMITH, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Serial Thrilla
Damage destructor, crowd disrupter
Youth corrupter, everytimer
Yeah, damage destructor, crowd disrupter
Mainliner, everytimer
Taste me, taste me
Succumb to me, succumb to me
Taste me, taste me
Succumb to me, succumb to me
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Damage destructor, crowd disrupter
Mainliner, everytimer
Taste me, taste me
Succumb to me, succumb to me
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Youth corrupter, everytimer
Yeah, damage destructor, crowd disrupter
Mainliner, everytimer
Taste me, taste me
Succumb to me, succumb to me
Taste me, taste me
Succumb to me, succumb to me
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Damage destructor, crowd disrupter
Mainliner, everytimer
Taste me, taste me
Succumb to me, succumb to me
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Serial thrilla, serious killa
Writer: LEONARD ANTHONY ARRAN, DEBORAH ANN DYER, KEITH FLINT, LIAM HOWLETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Mindfields
This is dangerous,
Open up your head feel shell shock
This is dangerous,
I walk through mindfields so watch your head rock
Open up your head feel shell shock
This is dangerous,
I walk through mindfields so watch your head rock
Writer: LIAM HOWLETT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Narayan
If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
If you break it free and the morning's come
If you would now your time has come
If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
And you feel it burn, don't try to run
And you feel it burn, your time has come
And I feel it
You feel another energy and I feel a power growing
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow
If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
If you break it free and the morning's come
If you would now your time has come
If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
And you feel it burn, don't try to run
And you feel it burn, your time has come
I feel it!
You feel another energy and I feel a power growing
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow
Om Namah Narayana
Om Namah Narayana
Om Namah Narayana
Om Namah Narayana
Om Namah Narayana
I feel it
I feel it
You feel another energy...
If you break it free and the morning's come
If you would now your time has come
If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
And you feel it burn, don't try to run
And you feel it burn, your time has come
And I feel it
You feel another energy and I feel a power growing
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow
If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
If you break it free and the morning's come
If you would now your time has come
If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone
And you feel it burn, don't try to run
And you feel it burn, your time has come
I feel it!
You feel another energy and I feel a power growing
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow
You feel another energy and I feel a power grow
Om Namah Narayana
Om Namah Narayana
Om Namah Narayana
Om Namah Narayana
Om Namah Narayana
I feel it
I feel it
You feel another energy...
Writer: CRISPIAN MILLS, LIAM HOWLETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Firestarter
I'm the trouble starter, punkin' instigator
I'm the fear addicted, a danger illustrated
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated, yeah
I'm the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm the self inflicted, mind detonator, yeah
I'm the one infected, twisted animator
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter starter
I'm the fear addicted, a danger illustrated
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated, yeah
I'm the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm the self inflicted, mind detonator, yeah
I'm the one infected, twisted animator
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter starter
Writer: Kim Deal, Jonathan Edward Stephen Jeczalik, Gary Michael Langan, Liam Howlett, Anne Jennifer Dudley, Paul Robert Morley, Trevor Charles Horn, Keith Charles Flint
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Fuel My Fire
[ Originally by L7 ]
I've got a word of thanks
that I'd like to say
for the way that I feel
today.
Got stacks, got stacks
stacks of chips on my shoulder
in everything I do
cuz I made, I made
I made the mistake
the mistake of trusting you
Yeah, people like you just fuel my fire
Yeah, people like you just fuel my fire
Yeah, people like you just fuel my fire
Yeah, people like you just do
You liar
You liar
You liaaaaar
You liaaaaar
Yeah, my layers are thick
and I've got bad attitude.
Yeah that knife in my back
has fingerprints that belong to you.
Got a grudge, got a grudge
got a grudge that I'm holding
for as long as I like
cuz you lied, you lied
you lied to my face
and that's something that I can't forgive
Yeah, people like you just fuel my fire
Yeah, people like you just fuel my fire
Yeah, people like you just fuel my fire
People like you just burn
You liar
You liar
You liaaaaar
You liaaaaar
Yeah, people like you just fuel my fire
Yeah, people like you just fuel my fire
People like you just fuel my fire
Yeah, people like you just do
You liar
You liar
You liaaaaar
You liaaaaar
Writer: DONITA SPARKS, PETER JONES, ROSS BARRIE KNIGHT, WILLIAM CHARLES WALSH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
The Fat of the Land is the third studio album by English electronic music group the Prodigy, released on 30 June 1997 through XL Recordings. The album received critical acclaim and topped the UK Albums Chart and the US Billboard 200. It has sold over 10 million copies worldwide as of 2019. It is their best-selling album.
Performed By:
ProdigyGenre(s): Big beat, electropunk, electronic rock, techno, electronica, dance-rock
Producer(s): Liam Howlett
Length: 56:21
Released: June 30th, 1997
Year: 1997