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 overex... posed!
 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 egal the punk, and the punk egal 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 (x4)
 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 (x4)