[Intro: DP One]
Turntable Anihilists. Underwaters. Heavy hitters. Full circle. For my man, for my brother, for my partner Blowout
[Verse 1: DP One]
Stand clear, observe, and watch me steer on lost
Souls who've lost total control of their actions
Back up to a positive role, where no
Drugs, guns, or knives, violence, hate, or lies
Exist. No stories are told about discriminating
Racists who choose to twist the facts of literature
Used to educate with confused views, altering
An individual perception on how the world ticks
Presently preventing our peoples from peace
Purposely. Gaining backaches and bad posture
From the weight of our mental stress levels formed by devils
Hate, animosity, jealously, crime, adultery
Greed plus envy can be fatal
Especially when feeble-minded people are exposed
To the negativity promoted by these brainwashing
Radio shows that try to control your soul
To slow your roll from becoming a respectful individual
It's pitiful how, literally, these little kids turn criminal
It's like a ritual to mimic the actions of an imbecile
Proper parenting, for the most part, is sadly minimal
Resulting in a lack of vitamins, nutrients, minerals
Or the bare necessities to detect what's not subliminal
[Outro: DP One]
Brain food