Songtext von Spit

Beat it! In my boom is the limit All the pieces of my own body town are getting down-down In the press, the face of my boy is overexposed! They composed a funny pose with the poor body cause The tales sells better, drama is right with a little touch o’ lie The truth is a money-quiz bizz (like in TV series), so I, buy my dope in a (coffee) shop What's the last power-fun solution for a kid on the run! Beat it! In my boom is the limit Masta TV'ees spit, spit the pictures in my eyes with the loco media stlyle Putting in my head what’s good, what’s bad I’ve got a bomb'ho tickin' in my head 'ho A loco bongo is kickin’ in my head The priest = the punk, and the punk = da fight! It's out of pure Spite! The bang of the gang is to blame but the cop’s handcuff leadz the gang to the bang Medic is the last funked solution for the kid on the run Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Beat it! In my boom is the limit Masta TV'ees spit, spit the pictures in my eyes Every-day-every-night the world in on fire I’ve got a bomb'ho tickin' in my head 'ho A loco bongo is kickin’ in my head (What?) The bang of the gang is to blame but the cop’s handcuff leadz the gang to the bang Medic is the last funked solution for the kid on the run Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on Shakin’ on, movin’ on