Yeah!!!

He’s gonna go go get it
Gonna run run set it

Hidden realm
Ahh! everybody knows, it’s fucking wild and there’s no fronting about it
It’s not the style, nor a trial
It’s the best of love and hate
Come on everybody, lets get together
I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there’s no more food on the table
What was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a dj’s turntable

A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile
With no dimensions in sight
Well given an inch, a billion colors
The entire world’s contrast light

Oh it ain’t right, another fight
Well all of it’s so very clear
With my passion on a stud, I walked through
I walked through the vicious ones
I really don’t care

Well there’s no more food on the table
What was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a dj’s turntable

My western mind has a hard time (hard time)
Getting across this trust
Passive resistance, your assistance (you’re the one smoking dust)

It ain’t a style, nor a trial, it’s the best of love and hate (love and hate)
Come on everybody lets get together, I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there’s no more food on the table
I once/what was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a dj’s turntable

Well ya spin like a dj’s turntable
Well ya spin like a dj’s turntable
Well ya spin like a dj’s turntable