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Tell me I see is not a true reality
But a strange piece of quantum fantasy
And if not the case then I can't help but laugh
At where the going, heading for the past
Stealing bits and parts like a musical
A chorus here, a bass riff there, who wrote it? Never
down and pray before the god of sampling
Make yourself by stealing other people's

Club mix, dance, rap, tell me it's real music
is no soul to the so-called songs they try to sing
Sure are a few exceptions to the old rule
only reinforce what it is I try to prove
Maybe are the true artists in their field
It's just too bad they share their space with a bunch of queers
While we're at it, let me please quickly out
That glorifying violence is a stupid fucking thing to do, assholes

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

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

What the the matter with you?