Wednesday, January 9, 2008

> Dreamteam




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Ett skönt samspel mellan - Radioheads, Thom Yorke och mina tre puddingar till favoriter, Kanye, Pharrell och Lupe.

Den enda som tycks fattas är Kevin Michael. Då vore mitt dreamteam komplett.

Tog mig faktiskt 5 spelningar i rad innan jag fastnade för låten.

Lyssna och lär.

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(Lupe Fiasco)

Yeah, Just a lil bit (just a lil bit) And it goes

Lifestyles of the rich and famous

Bought a big house and a whole lot of rangers

A fresh new couch and a whole lot of trainers

A closet full of clothes and some brand new dangers

And

Some Mexican floral arrangers

A great big TV that'll entertain us

Some colorful commissions for some high paid painters

Someone to take the wrap so that I stay stainless

And

A new relationship with a banker

Two pinky rings for my manicured fingers

A trained German Shepard that bark when it's angered

To watch my possessions and look out for strangers

And

A 50 foot yacht with an anchor

Young supermodel that shall remain nameless

Ups and the downs, the sames and the changes

All the money in the world don't make it painless (no)



(Chorus)

(But they love it and they love it)

The more you try to erase me

(And they love it and they love it)

The more that I appear, oh

(and they love it and they love it)

The more, the more you try to erase her

The more that You appear



(Kanye West)

(Plain Pat what up?)

Lifestyles of the broke and famous

Let you know how crazy this game is

Look at all the new beautiful faces

At home supermodel, myspaces

Long for their shot on the TV screens

American Idol never seen these dreams

Just last week they want to see ID

Now they got you in VIP, huh?

How many people almost famous

You almost remember what they name is

Like “Hey, didn’t you play in..? No it couldn’t be, quit playin”

I try to keep that balance

After MTV that’s a Real World Challenge

Back on that train

Never to be heard from again…



(Chorus)



(Pharrell)

G.R.I.P P.I.M.P

I, any spelling bitch come on that’s me

I bring a burning sensation to the urban eye

Like an eye-drop of Turpentine

You can listen to the serpent, fine

But the earth got gas once it burps its fine

Someone around me they talk about the grease

Not G.H.G, how to cook a quarter ki

Talking all nasal, he aint over that cold

No glove scrub, Manny just over that stove

Perfect paradigm

Wrong place wrong time

Should have been Phizer, GlaxoSmithKline

Number one chemist

Look at him no blemish

Egg shell off white like a DuPont finish

Young, dumb, high strung, who could handle us

I wonder how Gods gon’ paint today’s canvasses

Cause who knew that day that man would just

Go to VA with a Tec and spray campuses

What a way to see the cover of Time

I know that ***** wish he was standing in line

To see it….As if he didn’t do it.



(Chorus)


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