Turntable

Yeah!!!

Hes gonna go go get it
Gonna run run set it

Hidden realm
Ahh! everybody knows, its fucking wild and theres no fronting about it
Its not the style, nor a trial
Its the best of love and hate
Come on everybody, lets get together
I appall the backdrop of hate

Well theres no more food on the table
What was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a djs turntable

A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile
With no dimensions in sight
Well given an inch, a billion colors
The entire worlds contrast light

Oh it aint right, another fight
Well all of its so very clear
With my passion on a stud, I walked through
I walked through the vicious ones
I really dont care

Well theres no more food on the table
What was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a djs turntable

My western mind has a hard time (hard time)
Getting across this trust
Passive resistance, your assistance (youre the one smoking dust)

It aint a style, nor a trial, its the best of love and hate (love and hate)
Come on everybody lets get together, I appall the backdrop of hate

Well theres 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 djs turntable

Well ya spin like a djs turntable
Well ya spin like a djs turntable
Well ya spin like a djs turntable