Turntable

Yeah!!!



He's gonna go go get it

Gonna run run set it



Hidden realm

Ahh! everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it

It's not the style, nor a trial

It's the best of love and hate

Come on everybody, lets get together

I appall the backdrop of hate



Well there's no more food on the table

What was strong, no longer able

And an open mind, no longer stable

And it spin like a dj's turntable



A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile

With no dimensions in sight

Well given an inch, a billion colors

The entire world's contrast light



Oh it ain't right, another fight

Well all of it's so very clear

With my passion on a stud, i walked through

I walked through the vicious ones

I really don't care



Well there's no more food on the table

What was strong, no longer able

And an open mind, no longer stable

And it spin like a dj's turntable



My western mind has a hard time (hard time)

Getting across this trust

Passive resistance, your assistance (you're the one smoking dust)



It ain't a style, nor a trial, it's the best of love and hate (love and hate)

Come on everybody lets get together, i appall the backdrop of hate



Well there's no more food on the table

I once/what was strong, no longer able

And an open mind, no longer stable

And it spin like a dj's turntable



Well ya spin like a dj's turntable

Well ya spin like a dj's turntable

Well ya spin like a dj's turntable


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