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In L​.​A

by Luke Velu

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1.
West Hollywood boys like me the most And every L.A comic is so easy to roast I couldn't marry any honey on this coast Californ.I.A, it's cool to be here Things left for dead was the first shit I noticed Broken tarpaulin swarms city like locus I bought an apple outside the greyhound station In downtown Los Angeles, "Welcome to our nation, yo" It's pretty lucky that heaven sent y'all Legalized weed to help your mental State to levitate above a mind so sour Good deeds lead Skid Row to happy hour Hollywood is pretty but it smells like lots of piss Actors & Singers all feel like they are rocking shit Blow their cash getting wasted in the cool bars Sideways moonwalk down Sunset Boulevard Underneath the midday sun I'm lying half awake Undone laces of my boots collect these mighty rays Sounds of future happy times are coming from the waves To cool me down, I know just now exactly what to say Walking outside of the Chinese Theatre Superman signing autographs in his leotard A rapper comes along, slaps a CD on my chest He want $20 & he tells me he's the best Right away we gotta pose for a selfie My camera is my wallet so he sees I gotta 50 I had to say no, I gotta save my money for the souvenirs that I'm taking back home He was hella bummed out dawg, but I broke away Happy to be that tourist that he shood away Back to collapse on my bunk in the hostel To paint this anthem with Psychedelic pastels Honing, owning every rhyme like a diva Spitting fresh timelines, destiny weaver New world order will collapse when I finish this track And you'll love it when I smack it in your lap
2.
Why hello there man. Mind if I stand? Take a wee listen, cos I am a fan He did not speak, just looked straight at me I'd never heard a voice sounding so free When he finished & spat, scratched at his tatt I happily clapped, threw some coins in his hat "My name is Luke, pleased to meet you." I was from Oz, he was from Santa Cruz I found him in the lowdown playin' blues And all the while it seemed he couldn't lose So LA was his muse, he kept singing the blues I was taking his cues & feeling very loose I bought him a scarf & a bottle of blues Before very long I was spitting some truths Razza-matazz, a chorus in jazz A psychedelic rant about a dog named Baz Respectfully mourned, as our partnership spawned My heart was warmed, our friendship was born So you know now how me & Slippery V Met on Hollywood Boulevard, two likely freaks Lost in the moment, found on the streets Quick in the lip & so light on our feet Right at the curb, pulled up a Merc Just as Slip had to split for work Selling VR from the back of his car Out of the Merc stepped a hip hop manager So we got us gigs, they paid pretty big Slip bought a wig & I bought us our digs We feel divinely guided, the kids are excited The fame's coming fast but we ain't gonna fight it Record a hit, video clip Hang ten in a thong on the wave of our wit Homosapien D, I tribute this to thee I'm Luke Velu, this is Slippery V
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Please understand this here It could sound crazy to the untrained ear Reality was built as a product of fear Life wants to live, procreate another year Oh I'm a living creature with a modern device Spitting little bits of information at the Mike My internet posts get infinity likes My rhymes will make you dizzy like your drink's been spiked Oh hey, how you doin bro? You seem really stressed out, always on the go What's your choice of poison? Cheers to getting you back in the flow See that sleepy wizard frozen in a dance? Introduce him to a child they will give him a chance And just maybe you will find your fancy Manifest astounding shit, prancing Do I really need to know the way to Mexico? The faith that steers my stride is coming back to life I'm feeling very good, walking where I should Slow I take a few small steps to you I suggest to you you're a limitless being Are we all god? Do we reside in a dream? A complex simulation real as whipped cream Sprayed upon a scone as you cheer for your team To win, that's the name of the game To beat a mere rat in the race for fame Whatcha been up to? Same old same? I wanna shake you silly, till you feel no shame To feel power, bitch you still feel sour Slave for no year, no week, no hour Every generation in this stupid civilization Gets smashed into conformity With zero realization Do break the mould of what we're told Understand origins of morals we're sold But above all, this shit is simple Life is governed by magick So let it unfold And guide the way
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Have you heard the tale of Vicious Delicious? He was more popular than Santa at Christmas He was a rapper, he was a star Took the meaning of success way further than far Number one on the planet, his debut song Stayed right there for 6 years strong Hailed as sacred, worshipped and sainted Till the day he met us when his soul was tainted You had it all Vicious Delicious But now you're falling like rain He had 40 garages, 39 cars I know what you're thinking Mathematics is bizarre Along came little old me & Slippery V We snuck in through the sunroof of his favorite limousine We did some doughnuts, blow off the dash Sold 3 of his wheels, then burnt it all to ash The cops reported we left no trace And we ain't got no problem tellin lies to his face Long story short, Vicious Delicious is gone Cougars & Coyotes now occupy his home His online store is a plain red screen His 6 private jets nowhere to be seen Some say he praying over Tibet way To turn back time to the day that he met me Don't get me wrong we never felt much hate But that hack VD had to taste his fate
6.
Well my ryze to fame was pretty quick In my first 3 weeks I was glitz as shit Oh let me tell ya I got hella high off my tits Taking coke, weed, PcP, Makers Mark hits But this morning is very boring I've got another meeting in my mansion boardroom My employee want a raise, this shit's important & some supermodel whore is tryna hustle for a lawsuit We're going into hiding Pack your bags Slip Clench your fists We're too lit for this So I made 50 mill from a few fresh beats Have the kids ear candy trick or treat My servants are so eager to earn their keep For I pay them each 20 grand per week Wash my feet, go get me aspirin, don't you speak And while you're doing shit for me go fetch me Slippery V He's my co-collaborator, got the voice of an alligator So handsome & he sings the blues Tom Cruise; see ya later In this rich neighborhood we call our home We've got helicopters, pornstars & an iphone I call you my barrister to order more rifles And in the way through can you pick up some trifle? "I must admit Slip, I feel a little weak" "I'm not surprised Luke, last night you OD'd" Let's stick to the plan man, we got everything we need Rock n roll, drugs, Ava Addams, Sophie Dee

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Luke Velu & Slippery V
"In L.A"

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released June 10, 2018

Recorded & mixed by Luke Velu
Flying Brain Studio, San Jose, CA, USA
June 2018
All music performed by Luke Velu.

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