Put On a Record

"Think I'll put on a record"

Put on a record

Think I'll put on a record

Think I'll put on a record

Let it spin again, again, again, again

Then I'll

Put on a record

Think I'll put on a record

Think I'll put on a record

Until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end...

Think I'm a put on a record, reckon you wanna recognise

I'm a wrecking ball, wreck a site recollect the vibe

Excercise CD's, put it in your deck and drive

Jeopardise freedom, might not be a second time

Petrified as the pressure rise like the petrol price

I'm the next in line like Bin Laden's fifty second wife

Step inside the mind, mine so electrifying

Check the time, dropping biters quicker than insecticide

A Dr Jekyll hiding behind the mind of Hyde

Can't turn a blind eye like Alqueda buying dynamite

Still tryna write, still tryna find the time

When you sign the line - meet more dicks than a virgina's life

A silent night, when I recite a line my lips bleed

The darkest in my family like Lionel Richie

A nineteen sixty transfixing melody

Rise the sick from the cemetery, the only remedy is...

Hear the DJ spin the track

Come back around like a winner's lap

Never would you wanna get sick of that

Rewind that shit, yep bring it back

Hear the DJ spin the track

A cinematic diplomat

Kicking back, drink gin or Jacks

Rewind that shit and bring it back

Just let it play, feel vibrations through your vertebrae

Dieing to stay the highest like you were Brazil's murder rate

Exterminate all you nerd and hating sherminators

Percolated coffee, rock at night in this nocturnal age

Turn the page still unpaid, I'm paid in paper clips

The pain of being played while I'm praying to the plagiarist

The turntablist razor blade blood

Cutting quicker than Darth Vadar did to his own son

Run with hunger like goldilocks holding the rock

And me and rap we rap together like Holden and Brock, what?

It's the music, it makes your mood move with the wind

Quicker than a little you with some voodoo pins

So we

Imprisoned in this song's composition

A vision with every listen the listener can picture

A situation, some over rated/over played like Neighbours

Some play then lead off the stage like Ray is (BOOOOOO)

Everyday the same play, the same the shit on TV

What yah gonna watch you're lost in Simpsons repeats

Knee deep in monkey see, monkey do

Now we up to the month of June, what up with you? Nothing new

Proven time is short, fuck it man what's mine is yours

Wise words from a dinosaur, still feels like ninety four

Vinyl forces out all the memories you swallowed in

Riders of the storm given life to Jim Morrison

Coroners report dead walking around the corodor

A common law bumping Mortar Graphic Tomahawk

If a graffers bombing or running from an under cover's Commodore

When you're home there's nothing that you want more than

"Put on a record

Think I'll fix myself some dinner

Frozen egg rolls or spagetti from a can"