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Welcome to LA
03:28
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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
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Finding Slippery V
03:15
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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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Anthem Number One
03:01
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The Way to Mexico
03:05
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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
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Going into Hiding
03:07
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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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