Lyric 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