Leave Me Alone Lyrics - Prodigy

(original by dr. dooom aka kool keith; remixed by leeroy thornhill) 

(intro) 

Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't know 

What I've been going through to make my own, yeah... 

Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upset music industry fans 

Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right? 

You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown, I'm not a specimen 

Don't look at me funny when I come around 

And y'all been trying to figure me out for years 

Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me 

While white boys rub the heads of black music with a japanese assistant 

What does a chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame 

As I see 'em watching bet 

There's a million of creative rappers tryin' to be me 

I'm starting to feel like jimi hendrix 

When they cover the story who started rock 

Magazines put blankets over my interviews 

They don't want to see me on channel 7 news 

Tellin the truth of the project group 

Which they always have secret spies in with eyes 

Watchin me record my album, sending producers with wack tracks 

And dats, messin' up my whole format 

Can you imagine doing something that would need more to function 

With an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your back 

Talkin about mariah carey's honky 

Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys 

While I break out to do the shopping, boy 

You're makin' a quick phone call 

About my sound is too new and different 

I need to be a regular like dru hill, a little more ill 

Hey keith we want you to be ill! 

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Yeah, leave me alone! 

Hey keith, we want you to be ill! 

Of course I'm hard to work with, cos you're hard to work with 

I don't wanna be the insane clown posse and collaborate 

I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate 

Why you mad? cos I'm original? 

You can't do the material 

When I sit back and watch you act big 

Spend your budget on your video 

I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating raisin bran cereal 

While you front, 'lo I'll take my white rhyme down to world's fargo 

How long's it gonna take? 

900 thousand and clear, talkin' with a clerk 

I don't need a binge this year 

Took care of my paperwork 

Take the united taxi out to vegas 

While the average r'n'b group is doing a promo concert 

Ignoring your phone calls from broke labels 

Who try to put out underground mc's 

Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track with one g 

How dare you try to insult me? 

I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with prodigy 

Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to call me welcome to the business 

Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical fitness 

I ain't playin' all this african stuff, all look the same 

Photos 

I don't need a joe neckbone puttin' his artwork on my cd 

Enjoyin' apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne 

No, I'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure 

Besides I do wear a cold blue winter 

And 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 don't you wear it? 

Put on some wings like a parrot 

Let's discuss this contract 

Why are you hypin' up a normal female group with fat cellulite that sound wack 

Most of y'all goin' out like uncle toms, like louis armstrongs 

Wearin' a tattoo and born on stage like tracy chapman 

I canceled a big tour 'cos I was prepared 

You're on the roll with your damn money and ya're all scared 

Why y'all walkin, look hard like your manager got your name 

All over your versatile card 

And plus, this video treatment sucks 

The fishlens effect 

The lens to the camera only costs 100 bucks 

Look at the director trying to tell me what to do 

I've done this before 

14 degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage over my head, that's dead 

Don't get your imagination too messed up 

I'm wearing a yankee hat and a starter 

I'm not dressing up 

How you gonna tell me what to wear? 

I don't need mascara and a stylist 

Save that for a big rock group like pantera 

Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, dreamworks 

Never got robbed, put my lyrics away and stuffed 

Too many people with hands in my projects 

Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man 

I'm like prince 

You might see me once every 5 years at the record company 

While most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid 

Under the table doing routine dances for advances 

Oooh... you've been involved... 

Yeah, leave me alone! 

Hey keith, we want you to be ill!