The rapper I worked with did mess up, a couple of times. But like I said, I am a quadriplegic, producing music from the projects. Record labels, talent agencies don't seem to work with me. Why? I can only guess the reasons... Lyrics are from Michaels Lyric®, the book series. Album artwork is created the same way may I create art for Fortune 500s (Google, Freddie Mac, Merck, etc...). So please, I hope that you enjoy what God helped me create, because most of the human society chose to shove me where the sun don't shine. Again, I understand the reasons...... Remember? We were told, "you shall not make for yourself an idol".
"(INTRO: FEMALE)
Idol, idol, you're such a star.
Is it all cool where you are,
where you are,
where you uh, uh, uh-uh are?
(INTRO: MALE)
A true star shines and warms with the Source that is within. It does not reflect. So may the Source be with you.
(INTRO: FEMALE)
Idol, idol, you're such a star.
Is it all paid where you are,
where you are,
where you uh, uh, uh-uh are?
(VERSE 1: MALE)
Rainstorm Clouds Over Africa was ringing.
To the rhythm of my dreams, my heart was singing.
Earth was scorched, but heat could never run me.
Melodies would calm me, 'cause the future was upon me.
She was on me, like inspiration on my mind.
Like words you never find, those always matter most.
I remember getting lost while wanting to be found.
I remember mirrored notes, but copies never break the ground.
Horizon, sized, but curvature of earth is guaranteed.
It's not how high you rise, it's how you plant your seed.
I hope my quest will lead me to where my love can breathe.
It's been, indeed, the longest trip to find that place,
and I'm amazed at how the end feels just like the beginning.
I thought that I was winning, but I was only hearing.
I thought I heard drums beating, announcing my victory.
(CHORUS: FEMALE)
Idol, idol, you're such a star.
Is it all cool where you are,
where you are,
where you uh, uh, uh-uh are?
Idol, idol, you're such a star.
Is it all paid where you are,
where you are,
where you uh, uh, uh-uh are?
(VERSE 2: MALE)
I'm a rhyme stylist, high on the fly list,
minus the blindness of camera shutters.
Media gutters cannot drain my waters.
I'm free like an ocean, with no scheduled charters.
I'm the magician with special condition.
I can't kill myself but destroy competition.
Rendition envisioned with ghostly precision.
You can't see or touch, but your mind sees my vision.
I'm a flow weaver, hook phrase retriever.
I write on the clouds, lining of silver.
Lyrical fever, over beat that is killer,
I spread it like cards. I got game like a dealer.
Not to burn, just to simmer, I remind lyric spitters.
Only time picks the winner, and top charts show what glitters.
I don't want highest bidders to tell me my worth.
I am bigger than figures can ever endorse.
(CHORUS: FEMALE)
Idol, idol, you're such a star.
Is it all cool where you are,
where you are,
where you uh, uh, uh-uh are?
Idol, idol, you're such a star.
Is it all paid where you are,
where you are,
where you uh, uh, uh-uh are?
(CHORUS: FEMALE)
Idol, idol, you're such a star.
Is it all cool where you are,
where you are,
where you uh, uh, uh-uh are?
Idol, idol, you're such a star.
Is it all paid where you are,
where you are,
where you uh, uh, uh-uh are?
(OUTRO: FEMALE)
Where you are,
where you are,
where you uh, uh, uh-uh are...
Where you are,
where you are,
where you uh, uh, uh-uh are......"
