Edie Brikell

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

And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin

Nothing can fuck with the way it goes around

Turntable keeps on turnin and turnin

Nothing can fuck with the way it goes around

First off focus, figure out why you wrote it

What's the motive, what you use to grow it

Where you tryin' to go with it

Do the people want it, do they need it

Or maybe 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 with 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

And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin

Nothing can fuck with the way it goes around

Turntable keeps on turnin and turnin

Nothing can fuck with the way it goes around

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, but for now baby close your mouth and lift your butt up

And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin

Nothing can fuck with the way it goes around

Turntable keeps on turnin and turnin

Nothing can fuck with the way it goes around

I used to play the back of the club in study mode

Placing bets on who would leave the set with a bloody nose

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 pair 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

'Cause now maybe the legend can outlive the germ

And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin

Nothing can fuck with the way it goes around

Turntable keeps on turnin and turnin

Nothing can fuck with Edie Brikell