I feel that most of you soliders are flimsy   How the hell did you get over as an emcee?   Now the dialouge injectors they simply   And I respect those that hold it against me   Pay dues and make rules to break rules   Stayed cool amongst tools and fake fools gave jewels to use   From cradle to grade school to the grave   And still wade through these pools of I love you and I hate you      And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin    Nothin can fuck with the way it goes around (x2)      First off focus, figure out why you wrote it   What’s the motvie?    What you use to grow it?   Where you tryin to go with it?   Do the people want it?   Do they need it? Or maybe they would rather that you keep it   Is the party now popin? Or at least a couple of heads noddin?   Does the pass or fail depend on wether or not a check’s gotten?   Is it the laughter, the love, the hope?    Is it the aspiration to make other rappers think ya dope?    Is it the fans, the adoration of devils and angels?   The hunger, you want more than left over egg rolls?   Shit, I made a video I ain’t even got cable   So if you ain’t down with what we doin you better lay low   My future’s made of Play-Dough, past is made of stone   Virgo playboy Slug is dumb building a home   And it lead me to belive the 3D that I breathe,    Through the TV and the CD be the need to grit the teeth   A twenty-something wasteland    Here comes the out of place spaceman   Spread the wingspan    Starin at the ocean   Like it was a woman   Hopin that she’ll let me run my toes through her pink sand      And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin    Nothin can fuck with the way it goes around (x2)      Now here I sit in this cellar   Writing my interpretations of Helter Skelter   It goes one part hustler   Two parts good guy   Sounds like it should but this shit doesn’t look right   Took my hook and pierced ya skin   So now when I say jump you say when   When I say now all ya’ll say where   When I say Atmos you say phere   You know me but just the me   I let you see the me you need   So you can set yourself free   You’ll have to fuck Slug up to shut Slug up   But for now baby please close your mouth and lift your butt up      And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin    Nothin can fuck with the way it goes around (x2)      I used to play the back of the club in study mode   Placin bets on who would leave the set with a bloody nose    Head shots used to talk a lot of shit   Used to walk a lot of shit   The pre-trial of accomplishment   Before I knew that this network existed   Just another pair of baggy pants sweatshirted misfit   The piolt sticker bombs spell it right    S-L-U-G don’t get it wrong that shit’s my life   And I’m thankful for the angle the lessons learned   I’m happy as hell for how the carosuel turned   Smilin at the angel that stole my sperm   Cause now maybe the legend can out live the germ      And the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin    Nothin can fuck with the way it goes around (x2)