Tabloid Say

Urban Dance Squad

Composición de: Michel Schoots/Patrick Ian Tilon/Ren/Silvano Matadin
Finally the truth shone through 
It's all hell when the smell's on you 
Used to read all the papers 
Mags that caught the vapors 
Takin' a crap with the tab, ain't takin' no shit 
Who turns to be the vandal 
What's the drugscandal 
Shit worn out like a pair of hippiesandals 
Stuff got really trippy on me 
I blew the picture huge 
Like a skippy, and see 
It's all out-o'-proportions 
Their notion, presumption 
The speculation - causin' irritation like guitar distortion 
Yep, pencils get pushed, poison flows out 
Printing on paper, paper on the doormat 
Watch brothers scream out 
How to live with a big knife, avoid the daylight 
Hawk with bloodred eyes 
Through the night ? 

Finally the truth shone through 
It's all hell when the smell's on you 
Got to live a life through, hectic like a zoo 
Got to go for what you know, what would you do ? 
Avoid the paperstand and 
Cast glances elsewhere and 
On your feet when the heat is on withstand 
Be a man 
The titan with the item, hard to beat and fight 'em 
Some come to throw the odds against 
And simply duck-'n-slide them 
Got the thing right, professionalism opposite 
Heard the cynicism, watch how it get dropped kid ! 
Wreck with the data 
Flow like a feather 
Get yourself in check, expect heavy weather 
So finally the truth shone through 
Take the papers when I got to do 
A heavy poo-poo 
Ask myself what's new, ask myself what's new 
And flush the toilet through
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