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Tell me what I see is not a reality
But a piece of quantum physics fantasy
And if that's not the case I can't help but laugh
At where the music's going, for the past
bits and parts like a musical Frankenstein
A here, a bass riff there, who wrote it? Never mind
Bend down and pray the god of sampling
Make yourself by stealing other fame

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

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, you're doing new
You think that they will sign you, luck, you'll need it too

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

What the fuck's the with you?