Zippy Kid
For Rolling Stone Magazine
Hello Mr. Editor
Let My mixture remain inside your glossy magazine
Do You Like the speed and dynamism
Mass communication and information technology
Paradox and irony?
I wanna be celebrity
Wanna be on your cover
Do you like my denuclearized improvisation
And free association?
I wanna disappear
It was more interesting for me
It was photographed immediately
Throw away my record to end up this quibble
I constructed endless collages
This product has not been designed for any other uses
I'm singing my digital blues
I wanna be celebrity
Wanna be on your cover
You're financed by the advertisements
I'm selling my art
I've found the salvation in these sensational headlines
"Zippy Kid, King Of abstract hip hop
Wants to back on Mars"
You're tired with endless phone calls and sexy showgirls
Hey, ya don't forget me
I'm back to save the universe
I wanna blast ya stereo with my fat beats
This record is not harmful to your health
I'm back to save the universe
Let me realize my dream
I wanna be celebrity
Wanna be on your cover