| «Think I’ll put on a record»
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| «Think I’ll put on a record»
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| «Think I’ll put on a record»
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| «Think I’ll put-I'll put-I'll put-I'll put»
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| «Think I’ll-»
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| Put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Let it spin again, again, again, again
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| Then I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end
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| Think I’ma put on a record, reckon you wanna recognise
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| I’m a wrecking ball, wreck a site recollect the vibe
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| Excercise CDs, put it in your deck and drive
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| Jeopardise freedom, might not be a second time
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| Petrified as the pressure rise like the petrol price
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| I’m the next in line like Bin Laden’s fifty second wife
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| Step inside the mind, mine so electrifying
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| Check the time, dropping biters quicker than insecticide
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| A Dr Jekyll hiding behind the mind of Hyde
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| Can’t turn a blind eye like Al-Qaeda buying dynamite
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| Still trying to write, still trying to find the time
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| When you sign the line, meet more dicks than a vagina’s life
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| A silent night, when I recite a line my lips bleed
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| The darkest in my family like Lionel Richie
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| A nineteen sixty transfixing melody
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| Rise the sick from the cemetery, the only remedy is
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| Hear the DJ spin the track, come back around like a winner’s lap
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| Why would you wanna get sick to that, rewind that shit, bring it back
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| Hear the DJ spin the track, cinematic diplomat
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| Kicking back, drink gin or Jacks, rewind that shit and bring it back
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| Just-
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| Put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| And let it spin again, again, again, again
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| Then I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end
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| You gotta
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| Let it play, feel vibrations through your vertebrae
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| Dying to stay the highest like you were Brazil’s murder rate
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| Exterminate all you nerd and hating sherminators
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| Percolated coffee, rock at night in this nocturnal age
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| Turn the page still unpaid, I’m paid in paper clips
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| The pain of being played while I’m praying to the plagiarist
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| The turntablist razor blade blood cutting
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| Quicker than Darth Vadar is to his own son
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| Run with hunger like goldilocks holding the rock
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| And me and rap we rap together like Holden and Brock, what?
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| It’s the music, it makes your mood move with the wind
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| Quicker than a little you with some voodoo pins
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| So we-
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| Put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Let it spin again, again, again, again
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| Then I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end
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| Imprisoned in this song’s composition, a vision with every
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| Listen the listener can picture a situation
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| Some over rated, over played like Neighbours
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| Some play then lead off the stage like Ray is (Booo!)
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| Every day the same play, the same the shit on TV
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| What you gonna watch? |
| You’re lost in Simpsons repeats
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| Knee deep in monkey see, monkey do
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| Now we up to the month of June, what up with you? |
| Nothing new
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| Proven time is short, fuck it man what’s mine is yours
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| Wise words from a dinosaur, still feels like ninety four
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| Vinyl forced out all the memories you swallowed in
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| Riders of the Storm given life to Jim Morrison
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| Coroners report dead walking around the corridor
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| A common law bumping Mortar Graphic Tomahawk
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| If a graffer’s bombing or running from an under cover’s
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| Commodore when you’re home there’s nothing that you wanted more than
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| Hear the DJ spin the track, come back around like a winner’s lap
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| Why would you wanna get sick to that, rewind that shit, bring it back
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| Hear the DJ spin the track, cinematic diplomat
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| Kicking back, drink gin or Jacks, rewind that shit and bring it back
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| Just-
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| Put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Let it spin again, again, again, again
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| Then I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll put on a record
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| Until the end, the end, the end, the end, the end
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| «Think I’ll put on a record
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| Think I’ll fix myself some dinner
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| Frozen egg rolls or spaghetti
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| From a can» |