Turntable

Yeah
 He's gonna go go get it, gonna run run set it
 In another white hidden realm
 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 once 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 of sight
 Well within an inch, a billion colors
 The entire world's contrast light
 Oh it ain't right, another fight
 Well it gets so very clear
 With my passion on a stud, I walk through
 I walk through the vicious ones
 and I really don't care
 Well there's no more food on the table
 What once 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 distrust
 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
 And what once 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