Spitfall Lyrics

We saw you every day
With your hands on your crotch and so much to say
You went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors
To neon striped BMWs and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
Namefucking fame on all photos
All cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters
Now when you’re a star
When you’ve reached this far
And the world really knows who you are
You show off your six black Mercedeses and drink Cristal like they all do
And the poor outside your gates appall you
And the only hood you see is the one on your car
Do you even have a clue as to who you are?
Bro, I don’t think so
I mean Mercedes...
Well... you know...?
But then the talk shows can still get you hard
Doin’ rhymes on your prime time fistfights and spittin’ grime
In the limelight like a star gets a chip off your shoulder
A boulder that rolls and rolls over and over and over

There’s nothing like a broken childhood
There’s nothing like a broken home
There’s nothing like a tale from your hood
There’s nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders
A violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up

The longer the spitfall

You’re so fucking lost that with all of the costs
You still don’t see that in reality
The one thing you fail to buy yourself is a personality
You’re trapped in a mould of the rap
You sell but you’re sold
I mean
Can’t believe that you’re paying all that gold
To some home decorator that hands you buckets of conformity
Seems you’re losing your way together with your policy man
Ending up with a new definition of poverty
It’s a joke
Like those you make in every video
To reach the kids with the dough
With every copied “aha yo” and worn out “bro”
Guess what we need is yet another clown
Who can feed our breed
With another look and hooker hook
Now when “bitch” is mundane you take the lead with “wassup ho”
And let TV blur your mouth once more
Just what we need in every store
Thus quote the craving: “forever more!”

You’re so right - a shiny knight on a white steed, truly a hero!
Yeah, right...

Fuck you!
Fuck you right down to the core!
You know what?
You’re just another Parental Advisory bore!

There’s nothing like a broken childhood
There’s nothing like a broken home
There’s nothing like a tale from your hood
There’s nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders
A violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up

The longer the spitfall...
The longer the spitfall...

You’re a man of the masses
Took all of the classes
Their asses are yours
All those bores who are paying the bills
For your palace uphills
And your pills that will help you proceed
In your greed
You are free of the chains that you need on your fans
To adore you
To kneel down before you
More precious to you than your brains and your hands
They live for you!
If you could just see this old tree
This patriarchic hierarchy
Up where you want to be
You need miles of roots to lick your boots
Don’t you see?

You’re a man of the masses
You need all those asses
Their fate to relate to the one that you were
Do you know who you were?
Who you are?
Not the one in your words that they buy
They concur you conquer
Though a natural flunker
And you need them to stay not to fly
To obey like the dogs that they are
The cogs under the hood of your Mercedes car
They will pay for your trip to the stiff upper lip

You’re a man of the masses
Your trip is a journey through classes
You are high
They are low
And you need it to be so
See, without them you’d be nothing more than before
And you know that’s not much
It is just or unjust such:
Just a sad little man with his hand on his crotch

There’s nothing like a broken childhood
There’s nothing like a broken home
There’s nothing like a tale from your hood
There’s nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders
A violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up

The longer the spitfall...
The longer the spitfall...

...when you’re rappin’ your shit y’all!