Media over here, coming to ya like a world premiere. Trench coat and my underwear, let's go with this freak show.
Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet, I send out the scribe, now the vibes gigantic.
Midget wrestling on channel 3, it costs me 50 bucks a month.
Movie queens diffuse into Cinema haze, while libertines read pornozines in street cafes.
Music is reflection of self.
Music Tele-Vision should be covered in jism.
My girlfriend's packed her bags and moved out to another town, she couldn't stand the boredom when the video broke down.
My whole staff love to laugh and count the money. On the couch, hands in our pants like Al Bundy.
I have been under assault by the liberal media in the United States.
I think Facebook, Twitter and YouTube are the cornerstones of any social media strategy.
Newsmen winding up the nation, a little bad news helps circulation, pass on the panic to the population.
No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution, just people selling t-shirts.
Now my tapestry's unraveling.
Now you're selling out, the devil sold a dream and you bought it without thinking about. How the beast will decrease the brain wave, with material thoughts from the crib to the grave.
Obscenity, who really cares. Propaganda, all is phony.
Oooh, fashion, we are the goon squad and were coming to town, beep beep.
Painted faces, sun burnt skin, fixed expressions, smiles worn thin.
Picture all the money that I've gotten off tours. Now picture me plotting for more.
Plexi, plexi, bend don't shatter. Once you're broken, shape won't matter.
Revolution used to be cool, but now it's out of fashion.
While I was still going to embrace social media, I knew I had to do things that nobody else was doing. I decided I had to meet as many people as I could - face to face. While most artists would email galleries, I would show up in the lobby. Instead of liking an art show or exhibition, I would go there and meet everyone. And while most would send a magazine a press kit, I go and meet the editor. This notion of face to face contact became my mantra.
Rhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints, students influenced are now a nuisance.
This really blew my mind, the fact that me, an over fed, long haired, leaping gnome, should be the star of a Hollywood movie.
This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.
Too much information about nothing.
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