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Tell me what I see is not a true
But a strange piece of physics fantasy
And if that's not the then I can't help but laugh
At where the music's going, heading for the
Stealing bits and parts like a Frankenstein
A chorus here, a bass riff there, who wrote it? mind
down and pray before the god of sampling
Make yourself by stealing people's fame

Club mix, dance, rap, don't tell me it's music
There is no soul to the so-called they try to sing
Sure there are a few to the old rule
only reinforce what it is I try to prove
Maybe they are the artists in their field
It's just too bad that they share their space with a of queers
While at it, let me please quickly point out
That glorifying racial violence is a stupid fucking thing to do,

Learn to put the past behind you, don't try to bring it
Don'tlet your toys sonfine you unrtil your goes slack
Need I remind you, doing nothing new
You think they will sign you, good luck, you'll need it too

I'm only saying on my mind this point in time
Don't want to offend anyone they've narrow minds
Instead of stealing from the artist of an age
Creating a new sound, a brand new scheme of things
I'm that you can see my point of view if you really try
I'd like to see this generation build a thing shines
Stop digging up the of other people's art
You can make your own if you stop and try

What the the matter with you?