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

Club mix, dance, rap, don't tell me it's real
There is no soul to the songs they try to sing
Sure are a few exceptions to the old rule
They reinforce what it is I try to prove
Maybe they are the true artists in their
It's just too bad that share their space with a bunch of queers
While we're at it, let me 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 you unrtil your brain goes slack
Need I you, you're doing nothing new
You think that they will sign you, good luck, need it too

I'm only saying what's on my mind point in time
Don't want to offend unless they've narrow minds
Instead of stealing from the artist of an age
a brand new sound, a brand new scheme 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 up the bones of other people's art
You can make your own if you stop and try

What the fuck's the matter you?