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