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