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DJ Vadim - Edie Brikell lyrics
f/ Atmosphere I feel that most of you soldiers are flimsy how the hell did you get over as an emcee now the dialogue injectors they simply and I respect those that hold it against me paid rules and made rules to break rules stayed cool amongst tools and fake fools gave jewels to use from cradle to grade school to the grave and still wade through the pools of I love you and I hate you [Chorus: 2x] and the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin nothing can fuck w/ the way it goes around first off focus, figure out why you wrote it what's the motive, what you use to grow it do the people want it, do they need it or would they rather that you keep it is the party not poppin, or atleast a couple of heads noddin does the pass or fail depend on whether or not a check's gotten is it the laughter, the love, the hope is it the aspiration to make other rappers think you're dope is it the fans, the adoration of devils and angels the hunger, you want more than left over eggroll shit, I made a video, I ain't even got cable so if you ain't down w/ what we do you better lay low my future's made of play dough, past is made of stone virgo playboy slug is dumb building a home and it lead me to believe the 3D that I breathe thru the tv and the CD be the need to grit the teeth a 20 something wasteland, here comes the out of place space man spread the wingspan, staring at the ocean like it was a woman hoping that she'll let me run my toes thru her pink sand [Chorus: 2x] Now here I sit in this cellar writing my interpretations of Helter Skelter it goes 1 part hustler, 2 parts good guy sounds like it should,but the shit doesn't look right took my hook and pierced your skin, so now when I say jump y'all say when, when I say now all of y'all say where when I say Atmos, you say phere you know me, but just the me I let you see the me you need to so you could set yourself free you'll have to shut slug up to fuck slug up but for now baby close your mouth and lift your butt up [Chorus: 2x] I used to play the back of the club in study mode placing bets on who would leave the set w/ a bloody nose (headshots) headshots used to talk alot of shit used to walk alot of shit, the pretrial of accomplishment before I knew that this network existed just another baggy pants sweat shirted misfit the pilot sticker bombed spell it right S-L-U-G don't get it wrong, that shit's my life and I'm thankful for the angles, the lessons I've learned I'm happy as hell for how the carrousel turned smile at the angel that stole my sperm cuz now maybe the legend can outlive the germ [Chorus] and the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin nothing can fuck w/ the way it goes around and the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin nothing can fuck w/ edie brikell |
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