Tabloid Say - Urban Dance Squad
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 ****
Who turns to be the vandal
What''s the drugscandal
**** 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