A delicious due:
Lyric spitting CYPRESS HILL backed by the smoking hot Velvet Revolver’s, featuring none other then one of mmmmmmmmy flavorites, although all R deliciously equal according to the Big Omniscient who is being way too SWEET to this writer bunny so THANKS BIG G, now to the riffiest, black leatheriest, electricitiest electric guitarist sharpie…. SLASH !!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9mXNNhYDOs
(bunny in parenthesis -------- Warning: today’s ramble is not for the weak and can I claim and LOUD that I don’t know shit, oooooo baby but I do so love the way SLASH can fondle those electric strings ….)
And live large?
A big house. Five cars. The rent charged.
Comin' up in the world.
Don't trust nobody?
Got to look over your shoulder constantly?
(That doesn’t sound so fun. Big houses can feel empty and feel cold! And Five CARS! With the gas prices these days? No thanks. Not for this bunny. Unless they run on water? Ooooo or electric rock music? Haha Yeah! Scientists get busy on this ELECTRIC notion! Cuz I’ve got some albums that could DRIVE me COAST TO COAST! And rent charged? How much does cardboard box cost? Huh? Cuz with the rate of foreclosures, pest ridden rooms r becoming a luxury. But no trust and constantly looking over your shoulder is not superstar exclusive, cuz I see everyone suffering from this world crisis and this BUNNY writer is going to do something about it. Give me Kudo, if u will join me. Cuz I want to be able to trust everyone. To look over my shoulder, regardless of where I am, and see an awesome electric friend. THIS IS POSSIBLE and it is EASY. We have just gotta spread the LOVE.)
Looking in the mirror, dreaming about blowin' up
The rock crowds. Make money. Chill with the honeys.
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me.
Shit! its funny how impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin' with it
Nevertheless, you got to go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood, sweat, and tears and
Losin' some of your peers.
(Gusto full-speed at those dreams indeed. Blood, sweat, and tears r the natural course of all productive change!!!! Now, what if a broke slayer of words has a dream to feed what is left of 1.? billion starving’s? Huh? What do I tell that reflection? Yet, I think I have the Big G on my side, so stay tuned! Haha)
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy
Ego-maniac and the brainiac don't know how to act
shit deep
48 track studio gangsta mack sign the deal
Think he's gonna make a mil but never will
'Til he crosses over, still
Fillin' your head with fantasies
Come with me
Show the sacrifice it takes to make the G's
(The Wrong Dude is a scary attachment. The dark bling that he slings is not happy contentedness.)
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay the way
Feel trapped in
What you rappin' about?
Tell me what happened when you lost clout?
The route you took started collapsing
No fans. No fame. No respect. No change. No women and
Everybody shits on your name.
(What do u seek: Fans? Fame? Respect? Pussy? Cock? Material bobbles and glitzy titles? All is self ‘blah blah blah’ blabber to cover the fact that we r all held equally responsible for each mortal that starved to spirit when we have been scraping off our SUPERSIZE appetites. And I’m afraid that this bunny won’t be able to present a strong enough case to the big G’s “uhuh and What did u do about the situation?”)
And live large
A big house. Five cars, the rent charged.
Comin' up in the world.
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large
A big house. Five cars, the rent charged.
Comin' up in the world.
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly
People see rock stars, you know what I'm sayin'?
But you still try to get out and work like everybody else,
you know, its a fun job, but its still a job.
Save your money man, save your money too.
Its single don’t last very long, you know what im saying?
I mean, your lucky in this game too.
There's gonna be another cat comin' out,
looking like me, sounding like me next year.
I know this. It'll be a flipside tell what you did
somebody else trying to spin off like some series.
(oooo and in come the replacements, the slow drain of bank accounts, and the slide from memories, so maybe we should strive for something a little more lasting. Huh? Be remembered as if u were a living angel from those millions of hollows? This is possible. And U can start immediately.
Today’s BUNNY SAVE HUMANITY challenge, if ur electric enough and live urban, make a sandwich, bag it with fruit/cookies/edibles etc., and head out into those streets and seek out a less fortunate. From my experience, a surge of luck follows !!!)
Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream
You wanna look trendy in the Bentley
Be a star and never act friendly.
You wanna have big fame
Let me explain what happens to these stars and their big brains
First they get played like all damn day
Long as you sell everything will be ok
Then you get dissed by the media and fans
Things never stay the same way they began
I heard that some never get fooled to the fullest
That's why fools end up dining on a bullet
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex with the chrome ray shine
So you wanna roll far and live large
It ain't all that goes with being a rock star
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large
A big house. Five cars, the rent charged.
Comin' up in the world.
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large
A big house. Five cars, the rent charged.
Comin' up in the world.
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly
My own son don't know me
I'm chillin' in a hotel room, lonely
But I thank God I'm with my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or video's gonna show me no love
They're phony
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like Monie
And the press say that my own people disown me
And The best way back to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
They're too worried about them honeys at the Palladium
Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
Go on fall off - the ho's fall off
To the next rock superstar with no shame
Give him a year and they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame started getting' ignored
I warned him
Asured him this ain't easy
Take it from the weazy
Sleazy people want to be so cheesy
They're fucking evil
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large
A big house. Five cars, the rent charged.
Comin' up in the world.
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large
A big house. Five cars, the rent charged,
Comin' up in the world.
Don't trust nobody got to look over your shoulder constantly
What else can a bunny add, but Plato said:
So this extremely rich, broke writer is spitting these sentiments…AIN’T LIFE GRAND ?? Cuz LOVE is just about to hit HIGH BLING fashion !!
-electricblurryblues
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