Prodigy - Leave Me Alone Lyrics
(original by dr. dooom aka kool keith; remixed by leeroy thornhill)(intro)Yeah, to all my fans, for people who dont knowWhat Ive been going through to make my own, yeah...Now its time to hurt your feelings as I upset music industry fansHey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right?You think Im a monster, ill circus clown, Im not a specimenDont look at me funny when I come aroundAnd yall been trying to figure me out for yearsTrying to reduplicate me, but they cant, so they hate meWhile white boys rub the heads of black music with a japanese assistantWhat does a chinese kid know about the rap game, its a shameAs I see em watching betTheres a million of creative rappers tryin to be meIm starting to feel like jimi hendrixWhen they cover the story who started rockMagazines put blankets over my interviewsThey dont want to see me on channel 7 newsTellin the truth of the project groupWhich they always have secret spies in with eyesWatchin me record my album, sending producers with wack tracksAnd dats, messin up my whole formatCan you imagine doing something that would need more to functionWith an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your backTalkin about mariah careys honkyMakin an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeysWhile I break out to do the shopping, boyYoure makin a quick phone callAbout my sound is too new and differentI need to be a regular like dru hill, a little more illHey keith we want you to be ill!Yeah, leave me alone!Hey keith, we want you to be ill!Of course Im hard to work with, cos youre hard to work withI dont wanna be the insane clown posse and collaborateIm tryin to innovate and think quick at a fast rateWhy you mad? cos Im original?You cant do the materialWhen I sit back and watch you act bigSpend your budget on your videoIm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating raisin bran cerealWhile you front, lo Ill take my white rhyme down to worlds fargoHow longs it gonna take?900 thousand and clear, talkin with a clerkI dont need a binge this yearTook care of my paperworkTake the united taxi out to vegasWhile the average rnb group is doing a promo concertIgnoring your phone calls from broke labelsWho try to put out underground mcsTry to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track with one gHow dare you try to insult me?I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with prodigyOther crews dont get, but you got the nerve to call me welcome to the businessStand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical fitnessI aint playin all this african stuff, all look the sameI dont need a joe neckbone puttin his artwork on my cdEnjoyin apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin on the throneNo, Im takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventureBesides I do wear a cold blue winterAnd 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 dont you wear it?Put on some wings like a parrotLets discuss this contractWhy are you hypin up a normal female group with fat cellulite that sound wackMost of yall goin out like uncle toms, like louis armstrongsWearin a tattoo and born on stage like tracy chapmanI canceled a big tour cos I was preparedYoure on the roll with your damn money and yare all scaredWhy yall walkin, look hard like your manager got your nameAll over your versatile cardAnd plus, this video treatment sucksThe fishlens effectThe lens to the camera only costs 100 bucksLook at the director trying to tell me what to doIve done this before14 degrees freezing cold doin poppa large with a cage over my head, thats deadDont get your imagination too messed upIm wearing a yankee hat and a starterIm not dressing upHow you gonna tell me what to wear?I dont need mascara and a stylistSave that for a big rock group like panteraExperience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, dreamworksNever got robbed, put my lyrics away and stuffedToo many people with hands in my projectsHavin fantasies of me being superman, you actin stupid manIm like princeYou might see me once every 5 years at the record companyWhile most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car notes to be paidUnder the table doing routine dances for advancesOooh... youve been involved...Yeah, leave me alone!Hey keith, we want you to be ill!
