Текст песни DJ Vadim f Atmosphere - Edie Brikell
DJ Vadim f Atmosphere - Edie Brikell слова песни
I feel that most of you soldiers are flimsyhow the hell did you get over as an emceenow the dialogue injectors they simplyand I respect those that hold it against mepaid rules and made rules to break rulesstayed cool amongst tools and fake foolsgave jewels to use from cradle to grade schoolto the grave and still wade through the pools ofI love you and I hate you[Chorus: 2x]and the turntable keeps on turnin and turninnothing can fuck w/ the way it goes aroundfirst off focus, figure out why you wrote itwhat`s the motive, what you use to grow itdo the people want it, do they need itor would they rather that you keep itis the party not poppin, or atleast a couple of heads noddindoes the pass or fail depend on whether or not a check`s gottenis it the laughter, the love, the hopeis it the aspiration to make other rappers think you`re dopeis it the fans, the adoration of devils and angelsthe hunger, you want more than left over eggrollshit, I made a video, I ain`t even got cableso if you ain`t down w/ what we do you better lay lowmy future`s made of play dough, past is made of stonevirgo playboy slug is dumb building a homeand it lead me to believe the 3D that I breathethru the tv and the CD be the need to grit the teetha 20 something wasteland, here comes the out of place space manspread the wingspan, staring at the ocean like it was a womanhoping that she`ll let me run my toes thru her pink sand[Chorus: 2x]Now here I sit in this cellarwriting my interpretations of Helter Skelterit goes 1 part hustler, 2 parts good guysounds like it should,but the shit doesn`t look righttook my hook and pierced your skin, so now when I say jumpy`all say when, when I say now all of y`all say wherewhen I say Atmos, you say phereyou know me, but just the me I let you seethe me you need to so you could set yourself freeyou`ll have to shut slug up to fuck slug upbut for now baby close your mouth and lift your butt up[Chorus: 2x]I used to play the back of the club in study modeplacing bets on who would leave the set w/ a bloody nose(headshots) headshots used to talk alot of shitused to walk alot of shit, the pretrial of accomplishmentbefore I knew that this network existedjust another baggy pants sweat shirted misfitthe pilot sticker bombed spell it right S-L-U-Gdon`t get it wrong, that shit`s my lifeand I`m thankful for the angles, the lessons I`ve learnedI`m happy as hell for how the carrousel turnedsmile at the angel that stole my spermcuz now maybe the legend can outlive the germ[Chorus]and the turntable keeps on turnin and turninnothing can fuck w/ the way it goes aroundand the turntable keeps on turnin and turninnothing can fuck w/ edie brikell