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Beatsie Beatsie Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin' to the broad day light g-e-t-l-i-v-e alright Transhypnotic robotic can't stop it No limits to this style and you know you can't lock it yea First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it But I've got the styles that are always in the Well like a bird floating down on a New York breeze Every thought in the mind is a planted seed So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack Before you know it they're boomeranging on back Well I'm the king of boogle there is none higher I gets 11 points off the word quagmire Fools can't see me that's how it is And that's how I like and that's my biz Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot Puttin' all types of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin' to the broad day light g-e-t-l-i-v-e alright Time's an illusion as the moments race by Too fast to really grasp though we may try SongtexteDeny, till we die, ooh my my These thoughts that mislead and then multiply Well second by second and minute by minute "It's like lotto you have to be" "in it to win it" Shakin' mind breakin' on their own demise Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin' those vibes So tell me what you need that you have got Fiending on power will make your blood clot It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong That's why we can't all just get along We're all connected like a Lego set One equaling one together like a croquette Whether we have or have not yet met Well it ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin' to the broad day light g-e-t-l-i-v-e alright "Non-stop hip-hop" "Non-stop hip-hop" "Non-stop hip-hop" "Non-stop hip-hop" Well you're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain The selfish ways just can't maintain But these are the breaks when you try and come fake Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked Well I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12 I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf You be like hello nasty where you been It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on I get so hyped when I hear this song It's gonna keep me happy like all day long So go and talk shit 'cause it just makes me strong Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash Multinationals spreading like a rash I might stick around or I might be a fad But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad Beatsie Beatsie Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party movin' to the broad day light g-e-t-l-i-v-e alright "Our sound is the nicest, it's the sweetest sound" "Our sound is the nicest, it's the sweetest sound" "Can't get enough of that f-f-funk" "Can't get enough of that f-funk" "Can't get enough of that f-f-funk" "Can't get enough of that f-funk" Junior.. Aus Songtexte Mania