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