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Tell me I see is not a true reality
But a strange piece of physics fantasy
And if that's not the case then I can't help but
At where the music's going, for the past
Stealing bits and parts like a Frankenstein
A chorus here, a bass there, who wrote it? Never mind
Bend and pray before the god of sampling
yourself by stealing other people's fame

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

to put the past behind you, don't try to bring it back
Don'tlet your toys sonfine you your brain goes slack
Need I remind you, you're nothing 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 anyone unless they've narrow minds
Instead of stealing the artist of an older age
a brand new sound, a brand new scheme of things
I'm sure that you can see my of view if you really try
I'd like to see this generation a thing that shines
Stop digging up the bones of other art
You can your own if you stop and really try

What the fuck's the with you?