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The Remixes Vol.06: The Chemical Brothers, Various Artists
The Remixes Vol.06: The Chemical Brothers
Release type: Single/EP
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Release date:

2005

 
Duration: 70:56  
Size, Mb: 102,74  
Bitrate:

224

 
Price for album: ą0.88 (discount 20%)  

 
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Tracklist
Title / Artist     Duration Bitrate Size (Mb) Price Download
1
Voodoo People Lyrics 05:56 224 9,09 ą0.10
2
Chemical Risk Lyrics 03:43 224 5,52 ą0.10
3
Big Powder Dust Lyrics 07:02 224 10,95 ą0.10
4
Jailbird Lyrics
Scratchiní like a tom cat
Got a monkey on my back
Iím gonna push and pull
And howl like wolf
And drive my cadillac

Iíve got medication, honey
Iíve got wings to fly
Iíve got horse hoof tea
To buzz you like a bee
Gonna blind the evil eye

Push and pull with me
Funky jamminí free
Walk it like you talk it, honey
Strut your funky stuff
Come on

Iím yours, youíre mine
Gimme more of that jailbird pie
Iím yours, youíre mine
Gimme more of that jailbird pie
Iím yours, youíre mine
Gimme more of that jailbird pie
Iím yours, youíre mine
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Come in my kitchen
Iíve got hop head soup for grease
Just shake your hips
And let it rip
And let the spirit free

Ride on baby, ride on
Let your crazy horses loose
Give it all you got
When youíre hot to trot
And wave bye bye to the blues

Shake it to the east
Shake it to the west
Shake it with the very one
That you love the best
Come on

Iím yours, youíre mine
Gimme more of that jailbird pie
Iím yours, youíre mine
Gimme more of that jailbird pie
Iím yours, youíre mine
Gimme more of that jailbird pie
Iím yours, youíre mine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright

Iím yours, youíre mine
Gimme more of that jailbird pie
Iím yours, youíre mine
Gimme more of that jailbird pie
Iím yours, youíre mine
Gimme more of that jailbird pie
Iím yours, youíre mine
Gimme more of that jailbird pie
05:40 192 7,37 ą0.10
5
Slow Lyrics
Knew you'd be here tonight
So I put my best dress on
Boy I was so right

Our eyes connected
Now nothing's how it used to be
No second guesses

Track in on this feeling
Pull focus close up you and me
Nobody's leaving

Got me affected
Spun me 180 degrees
It's so electric

Slow down and dance with me
Yeah, slow
Skip a beat and move with my body
Yeah, slow
Come on and dance with me
Yeah, slow
Skip a beat and move with my body
Yeah, slow

Don't wanna rush it
Let the rhythm pull you in
It's here so touch it

You know what I'm saying
And I haven't said a thing
Keep the record playing

Slow down and dance with me
Yeah, slow
Skip a beat and move with my body
Yeah, slow
Come on and dance with me
Yeah, slow
Skip a beat and move with my body
Yeah, slow

Read my body language
Take it down, down

Slow down and dance with me
Yeah, slow
Skip a beat and move with my body
Yeah, slow
Come on and dance with me
Yeah, slow
Skip a beat and move with my body
Yeah, slow

Skip a beat and move with my body
Skip a beat and move with my body
Skip a beat and move with my body
Slow
07:16 208 10,74 ą0.10
6
Patrol Lyrics 06:58 208 10,08 ą0.10
7
Bring The Pain Lyrics
Basically, can't fuck with me

Verse One:

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

Chorus:

Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real

Interlude: Booster

And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)

Verse Two:

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
*horn sound of car racing by*

Chorus

Outro:

I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off
and make you kneel in some staircase piss

I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off
and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills

You motherfuckers
(So???) So fuck the hoe
Fuck the hoe

(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...)
06:00 208 8,53 ą0.10
8
Swastika Eyes Lyrics
your soul don't burn
you dark the sun
you rain the fire on everyone
scabs, police, government thieves
venal psychic amputees
parasitic you're syphilitic
parasitic you're syphilitic

swastika eyes
you got
swastika eyes
you got
swastika eyes, swastika eyes, swastika eyes

I'll vent my spleen I'll keep my dreams
my flesh, my bones, my soul I own
my mind's a weapon immune from infection
parasitic you're syphilitic
parasitic you're syphilitic

swastika eyes
you got
swastika eyes
you got
swastika eyes, swastika eyes, swastika eyes

I see your autosuggestion psychology
elimination policy
a military industrial
illusion of democracy

swastika eyes
you got
swastika eyes
you got
swastika eyes, swastika eyes, swastika eyes
07:09 208 9,86 ą0.10
9
Delta Sun Bottleneck Stomp Lyrics
Sea t' corporal sea atlantic's too specific
haven't time t'settle sharks infest th' water
kickin' up th' dust constructin' new ideals
old ones laid t' rust nothin' seems so real
Slidin' away in a washed out delta sun
Missionaries flood my favorite AM stations
flowing in their futures washed out in this delta rag
look th' other way pocket all th' pieces
tripping up th' strawhat tumble inta th' wind
Slidin' away in washed out delta sun
Slidin' away in washed out delta sun
Wavin' goodbye I'm not sayin' hello
06:25 208 9,09 ą0.10
10
Feet Lyrics 07:34 224 11,50 ą0.10
11
Pick It Up Yall Lyrics 07:18 192 10,01 ą0.10