"The Million Dollar Cat Box" {Tales of a Superstar DJ}

Get away from me. I'm a hologram. Far away, please I am very far from you– Well get further. I'm in another dimension actually. What do you want, dude? I always finish what i start. What the fuck does that mean?! How should I know?! You wrote it! Then how are you gonna finish it? That's not what I meant. Then what did you mean?! Look! I don't know! All I know is, I did a movie and you wrote it! Just one movie or a whole saga! I don't know! Just write it! So you know some things, but not the most important ones. If I could see through all the plot holes, there'd be no drama It's all drama. It can't be. Yes it can. NO! There has to be some comic relief in it. What would that consist of. I don't know! I am a HoLoGrAm. A hologram, huh? Uh huh. So what happens if I touch you? I wouldn't do that. Oh yeah? *poke* Ok… YOU'RE NOT A HOLOGRAM AT ALL. Hm. I'm sick of subliminal images encrypted with ignorant messages Suggesting the supremacy of the caucasians And how blatant it is that they hate us Illusions of diversity and inclusions to get your money: the usual But the truth is, you're just a tool to them Employee discounts, of course Just so they can get some of their money back Or all of it Owners of corporations Your landlord is probably related to the people that you work for And so forth I'm sure that's why they're trying to push me to suicide before I record this And move forward with Something other than working for them Unless it's at banana republic, a luxury brand Cause i'm sick of looking like a poor foreigner in my own country When the reality is my ancestors are unhappy Karen, Becky and Annie are all happy with nannies And the rest of us are out here taking naps on ou break And unpaid mental health days It's Hell for the unwealthy And wealth is health so good luck eating what you need On an hourly Or salary under 150,000 But what do I know? I'm suicidal eating whole foods That i stole The whole story is longer, but honestly I been trying to get a job That doesn't involve me jumping off of something or Counting someone else's money as they siphon all the energy from me I gotta wonder how much The Roc was auctioned off for Cause landlord and employer are just the modern words For “Slave Owner” DANE COOK: “I WANT A DIVORCE.” But that was a long time ago, I heard he was in love with a 20 year old or something So much for the rest of us: Here's to Tiesto and the rest of em Guys are so fucking lucky for never having to grow up Guys like girls that comb their hair constantly I like guys with blue eyes and blonde hair Not so suddenly, But i should have learned my lesson a long time ago: Now i”m crying my eyes out to Claptone WRiting rap songs trying to take my mind out the trap Rats are assholes Watch coffee run just to be closer to someone or something i love But haven't talked to my son in a month or over, Cause i”m sick of hearing about his father It's all he talks about It's like I don't even know em So morbidly obese I can't even hold him I think I guess i could have stayed in it And kept getting my face caved in Hoping a rave day every now and again would save me Ironically i don't believe in a white savior But i find caucasians savory, Every shade and flavor But rocky road hits close to home THrow me a milk bone and let me sober up Before I start to open up about Sonny or something Just another figment of my pigmented imagination Lived in pigpens beggin pigeons to grant my wishes Which is a kitchen–can't be a Grammy Award, I give in I lost interest, i'm just not skinny enough for Nevermind, don't need another reason to cry On the upper east side, avoiding the housing projects Just wanting to be discovered Or finish the festival project Or for someone to love or want Anything other than money or energy It's infinite, but with every cough i forget coughs must be a witch and just as obsessed with Skrillex as Everyone is He lives in my head I would say my bedroom, but I'm a permanent resident at Hotel Hell No –knowing that last line would be funny if I didn't have to cover 3 burroughs just to get old food From whole foods Cause nothing adds up in a cold room, that's renovated, which makes it easier to take it all in, Until i realize I'm the problem, and the coffee stains are setting in And i just wish the whole world would start over again With me on top of it Instead of at the bottom Of a pyramid With a flat top I took off from Upon discovering The entire human race is Racist, and they just Don't get it I'm the Great Spirit, But hate hearing my mixes Cause it's irritating I'm not gifted enough for INsomniac to sell tickets To any event Forget it, I'll finish this salad and knock myself unconsious for as long as humanly possible Leave my body At the hospital And listen to Gospel with God Then watch Kim Possible in awe of The long lost Christy Carlson Romano I love Broadway Or did once –then wake up Put a fake smile on Like i ate mcdonalds Then ran ten miles to get it off of me Like it isn't impossible It's not at all, –but in my body? Lol stop . What happens when you give a mouse a cookie? What happens when a legendary artist turns into a hologram And comes for you? Uhhh. What happens when you have no food and go to whole foods with one dollar? I don't know. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū