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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
Stealing bits and like a musical Frankenstein
A chorus here, a riff there, who wrote it? Never mind
down and pray before the god of sampling
Make yourself by stealing people's fame

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

Learn to put the past behind you, don't try to bring it
Don'tlet your toys sonfine you unrtil brain goes slack
Need I remind you, you're doing new
You think they will sign you, good luck, you'll need it too

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

What the fuck's the matter with