DJ Vadim - Edie Brikell lyrics

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 j**els to use from cradle to grade school To the grave and still wade through the pools of I love you and I hate you [Hook: 2x] And the turntable keeps on turnin' and turnin' Nothing can f** 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 trying to go with it? Do the people want it, do they need it? Or would they rather that you keep it? Is the party now poppin', or at least a couple of heads noddin'? Does the pa** 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 egg-roll sh**, 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 done building a home And it lead me to believe the 3D that I breathe Through 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 through her pink sand [Hook: 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 sh** doesn't look right Took my hook and pierced your skin, so now when I say jump You 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 f** Slug up to shut Slug up But for now baby close your mouth and lift your bu*t up [Hook: 2x] 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) Headshots used to talk a lot of sh** Used to walk alot of sh**, 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 sh**'s my life And I'm thankful for the angles, the lessons I've learned I'm happy as hell for how the carousel turned Smilin' at the angel that stole my s**m Cuz now maybe the legend can outlive the germ [Hook] And the turntable keeps on turnin' and turnin' Nothing can f** with the way it goes around And the turntable keeps on turnin' and turnin' Nothing can f** with Edie Brikell