GLOBAL VISION

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my original entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI AERIAL The pilot's a guy; gent; fella, like there's a manned rising aerial station/ There's intelligence and insemination/ Are they any bit real?, like some aerial sensation/ I guess I'm picky when it comes to bedding a prick for an examination/ If this test is on free love or having kids, can it be taken alone, because I'd prefer masturbation/ I'll use AI on my phone, if there's a plan, so to make mine cellular enough to be like tubes that are fallopian, but I still can't pretend I'm fucking a whole chick-on-call if I'm knowingly blowing a man/ Not only that, but he's a principal principal, and only one in command/ I enter a Taiwanese, Chinese, or is it Siamese?, cockpit/ Do I even want aerial twins?/ I don't know how and where I got myself into any of this/ The plane's a place for some conflict/ On one display unit's a letter to a chick I dig/ The pilot asks me if I'd like to deliver it to the woman I'm sitting with/ And now I know that he's the bro with ambition who digs the chick that I'm wanting to kiss/ Yeah, that is so hard to miss/ And this dude's so hard to diss/ This guy is flying a fucking plane, while I think I was trying to take a piss, but now, in time, I think I might try to take the piss out of him/ But I see yellow text, and it says here he's serious, and I see green text, and it says here that she is/ He says: 'That's the altimeter setting/ 'Yeah, my girlfriend is on high/ 'The other green text implies I'm positioned by her thighs like jets'/ I say: 'Okay, I'm out'/ 'That's what I said,' he says/ Forget a bout, because I've seen his pecs, and I'm a lover, not a fighter, but still fighting for a place in the affections of another lover/ How the fuck can this guy work out while he's flying fighter jets?/ How the fuck am I to work out how to impress a chick best when the fingers of the competition are this deft?/ Replace the cockpit with a cunt or clit and he'd def make the chick wet, coz he knows how one can go down, but would he ever do this best?/ I don't know what to think next, coz this ain't Romeo and Juliet/ He says: 'we're right above Bermuda/ 'How do you like different angles?'/ I say: 'So, is there a problem?/ 'Let's discuss it from a right angle, and handle it respectfully'/ He says: 'Sometimes when approaching triangles, you may find no fine right angles/ 'Just deliver the letter please'/ Okay. I'll disappear/ I think I'll jump into the bitter breeze and sea/ He says: 'I've got a parachute for you too/ 'On it are more love letters of mine, which she'll read when you leave, coz I'm a poet too/ 'I write like you wouldn't believe'/ I bow my head in shame/ I know of no refrain, and I'm covered in pee/ 'I can be warm,' is all I say/ But he's doing forty push-ups after helping me escape the plane, and in a way that won't lead to my fate/ Arrgh! He's a suitable date!/ Still, maybe he compensates a small penis with massive planes/ Oh wait, that's not a lever that I'm watching him shake/ Why can't it be a woman pissing on me this way?/ ****** -The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet (1597)

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my original entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI SEPARATION Fuck separating friend and date, like they're state and church; Beijing and Taipei/ Preach free lesbian love from an Elephant-mountainous pulpit/ A Bible's a boner in my pocket; rocket; A prick whom both sides don't want; shot it/ Don't bother using UV light to read the writing/ Peak between periods and see Taiwan-straight-lines/ To further be honest, your electric gaze has me shocked when I get an idea to look into your eyes and a mental metal key to the lock on your attention-span spanning my electrons, like elections spanning the years and, like my American aware-elders and peers, I still "Hashtag: FeelTheBern", like political awareness is hot, and we're wet, when my views are firm, like a clitoral erection; hard socialization between China and Taiwan/ This is not just sex, it's a revolt/ This is not fresh/ Better yet, your hot breath is inflammatory mentally/ Deep breaths can stop the bankers betting with our pennies/ Breathe out one to ten times and stop some recession; spent's what to be/ Because I'll move toward you. It's an obsession/ A transaction's just enacted in working up a sweat in a race far saner than a rat race/ It's fine enough to micro-chip in now, like it's with words in edgewise, while a case is small but just as great/ But then . . . my head's spinning like a free third wheel/ I count three/ Maybe I'd rather be attached and not a free third wheel, like Kinmen County/ Spin it/ Maybe I'm a disc of the DJ/ Maybe I'm a sad song/ Maybe I'll be replayed/ Sing it/ Maybe some statistics need re-saying/ Loneliness can kill/ So, tell everyone to keep playing/ Keep playing/ This ain't even fucking deep/ I just wrote it in my sleep/ Every catnap, I keep praying for a date/ And now I only have free months and not just days of dog days/ Men are dogs, but I'm looking for the female make, to make waves/ Spin again/ Take no breaks/ I didn't stumble, I was flirting/ I didn't mumble, I was hurting/ I didn't bungle up my lines, I was writing about ways not working as a means of flirting/ It's for a co-worker whom I'm working, and this work's addressed to her/ I'd love to be with you/ I didn't miss missing chances, but dismissed you, ditched you, and made other plans best/ I didn't kiss you, and haven't caressed your breasts yet/ It's like I'm speaking to a brick wall that's the fairer sex, and there's a tremor/ It's like defenses are dispensed, so I can't rent the space between us, like it's hard and heavy, so we're never together/ I wanna lift chicks up, like they're weights and they're fairly wet/ If they fall on me then finally we'll have daring sex/ In my head my muse says: 'If the weights are a fence you stand hard on, waiting with a clitoral hard-on, then kill the limbo and go for broke with new lingo you wrote'/ If floats were made of ice, they could melt, and I'd be fine with your hands on mine, but I don't know if you're cold as ice/ That's probably bold and wise/ The Asian plain I'm on is taking off; pop!/ Prepare for takeoff/ ****** X www.x.com/#FeelTheBern [#FeelTheBern]

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my original entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI OPEN If Taiwanese chicks wanna know the ins and outs of lust, they should open up, like inroads into Chinese cunts/ But I feel like ships have sailed, when I feel Taiwanese earth move, because it's hard to have a stable relationship on the rocks, like they're some earthy soup/ I get in friend-zones so often that I'm like land being over- and mis-used/ I just wanna rise, like mountains into undulating clouds, in going under and down on women/ But it must be before 11, because nothing in Taipei is open, especially legs/ But when I open up a store like a Dopp kit, it's like I see soaps and some top fit chicks/ And the place of business is my office/ One sits/ Call me a therapist/ That's me. I'll be a therapist/ Catch me tripping, like I ran for office after office only to lose some face, every time you open up, like a suitcase, or casual phase/ I can hammer away at staying, if I can nail such a radical date, like my heart got stolen and getting into some circulation just has to wait/ I feel like I'm in a confined space if not in an excited state/ But fuck censorship when I sense a chick/ It's a new day, and I work for it over pay/ Babe, was that a hard or soft case that you wanted to take away?/ I'll eat in. Are you open 'til late?/ That's my tit you're touching. Will that be all today?/ Could you fuck me on the till?, so that float[']s away/ Fuck money!/ We'll get high and make a moat. Thanks for coming today/ I do recommend protection. How would you like to pay?/ Plastic? Just let me get some rubber coz I wrote 'cash was paid'/ And free love, agreed, is better. Have a wonderful day and dates/ Can I celebrate Chinese New-Year's-Day on a Chinese estate?/ I don't mean Taiwan. I mean a family estate, with multiethnic families coming together, so necessarily across lines of the state/ Fuck being celibate?/ No. I could fuck, in being celibate/ Sex is irrelevant, I just love smelling breath; only fucking for the hell of it if it's the smell of it/ Chicks here say I'm too knee-high to a grasshopper, so dating me is a tall order, but if I pass as one hopper, would they let me get lost in some bush after bush nonstop?/ Or do I need to go to the Philippines?, all in all; in order to matriarchal-island-hop proper/ If I'm too small and China's too big, is a middle finger what chicks want flipped?/ If I make their East China Sea go South, will they be coming for me in surround sound?/ I doubt that if they high-speed rail at me it'll spread around underground/ But I'm staying in Taipei, because my words alone are enough to bounce around now/ I speak English rather than Mandarin, because I don't sweet-talk women into bowing down/ I go down, on one Carol-line, from New Taipei to Dongmen, because she's blue, like in the face, then hot red/ I can't be metrosexual, given my sex, but I have to carefully hold her hair back when she tosses, as I make her get off; wet, like product is in there/ But the only products are her breaths, so I get off already, as I'm offered them/

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my original entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI STITCH I won't be a China doll, if I have a minor role/ But if I have a speaking-my-mind role, I'll gladly be a diplomatic submissive hypersexual/ I can do this in my sleep; with a glazed eye-roll/ But I'd prefer it if I didn't have to go through men/ Powers that be should be soft. Is that a mood or a prayer?/ Teach Taipei 101/ Take a chick up there for a date, one-on-one/ If you take the stairs, they're a multiple of floors/ That's a multiple of women workers working on a floor, and it can be on them all/ They're like a burrito of cilantro and ice cream, coz they're the crop and the cream of the crop and the cream all rolled into one, and when they cream, they get bumper off/ There's a top one. I bump her and she pops, coz if I pay attention to what's under her T, I ain't dotting bubble-teas. The I's would have them, and I'm thinking about myself a lot/ There are many chocolate dicks at Taiwanese souvenir stores/ I guess the very popular take-home message is that when climates heat up, pricks better run, in the settling of more than a few scores/ But too many women want smoother skin more than reforms, like having rugged looks is uninformed/ I'm either in a chick like I'm in a clique or I'm her biggest stitch/ I accidentally inadvertently instantly mentally wrote songs around the globe that her Taiwanese tit is/ There are so many Taiwanese peaks to reach/ Can her time with me also be peak?/ I hesitated, infatuated, when she stated that she loves me, in loving just the way she hugged me, with my thoughts hugging my mind tightly, and suppressing what I wanted to say, so debates raged in her mind about whether to restrain her positive outlook and overlook relations/ That's, say, castration of elation/ But my infatuation with her didn't fade/ Her gaze is woman-made MDMA/ And I strained to say the right phrase to initiate a date/ I said she smells great, but she took it as: 'Your perfume's first-rate'/ I'd love her on her first date; not groomed, with no paint on, that's no make-up; to make out with me without having showered for days/ My fetish is to sense her breath's scent when she's worked for days straight, with no breaks, except for aerobic games, and not to build muscle but to make sweat stains and spill sweat on my face; for her to please stay around me like a fountain/ I'm a stray cat lounging in a baggage shop, and her baggage is hot at night/ I need 2 night stands for planning right the next 2 1-night stands; food on demand/ Always the sane plan of attack is compassion/ My passion is that/ I need her to breathe on me like she's making a comeback; me come back/ I won't be a China doll, if I have a minor role/ But if I have a speaking-my-mind role, I'll gladly be a diplomatic submissive hypersexual/ I can do this in my sleep; with a glazed eye-roll/ But I'd prefer it if I didn't have to go through men/ Powers that be should be soft. Is that a mood or a prayer?/ ****** - Taipei 101 https://www.taipei-101.com.tw/en/

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Some of the original lines are in this string; my book, Free Laṭīfa; from 2022: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/19dM2eSNvV/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI DUBAIAPORE In due time, in Dubai, we use lines, right through nights/ Heed the heat, if you need to compete on the streets/ Hot pop's dropped more than not/ We'll take shots at someone in a song, before long/ Hear tunes from rock to pop, so don't drop rocks to pop off/ Jump off 'tops on some fox/ Take off tops/ Jump on frogs/ Wait! Do not!/ First, tie knots/ Drop all hands!/ This ain't France/ What takes off?/ Astronauts could stop off here, before our cosmos/ Write me off, should you want, 'til I claim my right spot/ Screens and shots make great pop/ My eyes are popping out of my sockets, like shocking/ Pop!/ You got me; got me singing Singapore's praises/ For every chick I kissed, there was another one saying 'yes'/ I made Marina's sands a Bay when I made them way wet/ This wasn't just a trip/ She gave me my own full private jet/ My public post being a writer, though, is why she was in my bed/ I propose toasts at Bread Street, coz I'm hotter than Ramsay's head gets/ I got a bit; a-head, but I was waiting for bated breath/ I make a lady shake, and I ain't talking what "tastes great", unless I add some durian, for some heavenly-air-state/ Hotel 81 is where I'm fucking the best maids, but I prefer Malays, because they fuck me in the best ways/ They tell me that my tongue is longer than I have left to stay/ I gott-a Scoot to Sydney, but you can't say I never came/ Even when she was on her period, we played for two days/ I love how we watched TikTok like it was some MDMA/ She wasn't on the pill. I pulled out a lot, like canceling dates/ And, El, you were the reason that my season was sunny days/ I came so hard to Singapore's north, I almost 'came Malay/ I hear that restrictions were lifted, but you still need me coming there, hey?, coz I ace taking planes and taking masks from your personal space, so well, I may as well control the air like a high-pressure state/ So, come Down Under on my period. Next time I'd love a taste/ I don't need an inter-mission. Keep it local/ I miss you/ Miss, you're why I'm back, and backing into backrooms like I have cataracts, and longing to just fall for your sure cataracts/ That means a waterfall/ I heard that you're coming back/ Get it?/ I quickly made an app. to see you as quick as that, but can't it be for longer?/ My hindsight needs a match that's yours/ And I don't see through you, like you got my eyes screwed/ Every time I see you, you full get my eyes glued to you, like I suffer from sticky eyes/ So, I need more time with you; you hot and wet too, like a washcloth/ I don't wanna take a single day's leave/ When is it for two?/ Look into my eyes, and tell me what to do/ You said that you're a doctor/ Doctor me with you/ I don't mean I'm toxic/ Just pick-ture us two/ No, I didn't ask you/ No, you never knew that back in '22, this ode was meant for you/ There's no consultation/ Sorry, Sarah-Anna, I'm only new/ ****** - Dubai X Line Fly Through the Dubai Marina Skyline http://xline.xdubai.com/ ["Take a zipline ride from a 170m-high platform"] - Express Dubai holidays: Never do this one thing in public - it could get you into big trouble https://www.express.co.uk/travel/articles/1187114/dubai-holidays-uae-holding-hands-public-displays-affection-pda-illegal-relationship/amp ["It’s inadvisable to hold hands in Dubai if you are not a married couple..."] - Rich Gang - Tapout (Explicit) [Official Video] https://youtu.be/OGtlq-cvIS4 - Marina Bay Sands® Singapore https://www.marinabaysands.com/ - Marina Bay Sands® Singapore Bread Street Kitchen by Gordon Ramsay https://www.marinabaysands.com/restaurants/bread-street-kitchen.html/?utm_source=google&utm_medium=GMB&utm_campaign=bread_street_kitchen_info_main - The Man Shake The Lady Shake https://shop.themanshake.com.au/lady-shake-1-week-supply ["✓Tastes Great"] - Hotel 81 https://www.hotel81.com.sg/ - FlyScoot Scoot https://www.flyscoot.com/en - Tik Tok https://www.tiktok.com/en/ - The Washington Post Business > Analysis Singapore, Oh So Carefully, Lets Down Its Masks https://www.washingtonpost.com/business/singapore-oh-so-carefully-lets-down-its-masks/2022/04/03/cb822468-b3a6-11ec-8358-20aa16355fb4_story.html - France 24 Live news Singapore reopens borders after two-year Covid closure https://www.france24.com/en/live-news/20220401-singapore-reopens-borders-after-two-year-covid-closure - Sunrise Aussies urged to apply for six-figure job that doesn’t require any experience https://7news.com.au/sunrise/on-the-show/airservices-australia-looking-for-new-air-traffic-controllers--c-6058477 ["...you must pass a tough test to ensure you’re the right fit for the high-pressure job."] - Backstreet Boys - Shape Of My Heart (Official HD Video) https://youtu.be/OT5msu-dap8 ["Baby, please try to forgive me/ Stay here. Don't put out the glow." - Brian Littrell; "LOOKING back....kept you in the dark." - Backstreet Boys [Emphasis mine]] - Healthline Sticky Eyes What are sticky eyes? https://www.healthline.com/health/sticky-eyes ["...so wet or gummy that it may feel like your eyes are glued shut."] - All About Vision Conditions Eye Discharge » Sticky eyes Sticky Eyes: Causes and Treatment https://www.allaboutvision.com/symptoms/eye-discharge/sticky-blurry-eyes/ ["...try using a warm, damp washcloth..."]

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. The original draft lines were published in my book, Free Laṭīfa; from 2022. #LeonardoAI #Suno #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI TOO-BRIGHT AUTISM SPECTRUM, REQUIRING AUTOCORRECTION, AND NIGHT-LIGHTER MOOD Sometimes it's not you, it's me, and there is some projection and a choral correction/ Can I dive into your sea?/ No. I know that our coy ships have sailed on some joint mutual new release/ 'I should be on the Forbes List, but I cannot afford it/ 'I pay off a mortgage,' say nine-to-five sheep I count when I'm fallin' asleep/ Six, five, four, three/ I'm just bored of monotony/ Put me in a new shop, but it's hardly a lot for me; for filming on; to stay on; luck; exciting randomness; some carefree people; necessary object; so much/ Why can't you just move onto me?, like physically or mentally/ Where's a breathsuit that you'll shout me, please?/ Are you getting this down?/ I mean breath, so breathe down on me?/ I'm, like, shorter than gold-diggers; in height; broker; more broke, but you're even shorter than me, at least until you're close enough for your breath to hit me, Kayla/ Who's this even addressed to?/ Will it get through to me and you?/ I've got issues with your ice; eyes, when I'm so Titanic that I wanna miss you, but you're just another ship in the deep blue; blue, who isn't gonna save me now, are you?; sad; at sea/ I guess there are other fish I can see, too/ I see too many new muses too soon, even opticians don't wanna sell me any spectacles, coz I make a spectacle of their breath, in getting tested, and a vesicle of the air that can be stared through, until we go blue/ That's the hue of the shades we could wear if we get to, and share too, should we see eye to eye/ When I get too personal, can't I just get next to you?; to improve a personal relationship; to instead make a relationship public; to touch you/ Work's too work-related to relate to/ You're so anxious to escape, you can't relay what's due/ Don't just give me glasses that I ain't gonna use, like I'm not taking shots/ I don't need any blur to be into you/ I just need a stirring interview/ Move too, in stirring, until you're in a better mood, and sweaty too/ Sometimes it's not you, it's me, and there is some projection and a choral correction/ Can I dive into your sea?/ No. I know that our coy ships have sailed on some joint mutual new release/ Transitions, which are particular lenses, or sentences like this, and bridges, like the Helix Bridge, or of glasses, are necessary, so I cross such a bridge, enter The Shoppes at Marina Bay Sands, and then Spectacle Hut, for my next shift/ ****** - D12 - How Come/Git Up https://youtu.be/h4eTUrunPXU - Forbes World's Billionaire's List https://www.forbes.com/billionaires/ - Titanic - Deleted Scene : The Wireless Room & The Californian https://youtu.be/_Nlc0YGjl7Y - Titanic (1997) - Iceberg,Right ahead https://youtu.be/bYOn3-PhA9c - Autism Speaks Sensory Issues - People with autism might have sensitivities to: - What do sensory issues feel like? https://www.autismspeaks.org/sensory-issues ["Many autistic people experience hypersensitivity to bright lights"] ["Sensory overload can feel like intense anxiety, a need to escape the situation or difficulty communicating. When the brain has to put all of its resources into sensory processing, it can shut off other functions, like speech..."] - Cox The Helix Bridge Marina Bay, Singapore https://www.coxarchitecture.com.au/project/the-helix-bridge/ - Marina Bay Sands® Singapore The Shoppes at Marina Bay Sands https://www.marinabaysands.com/shopping.html - Spectacle Hut https://www.spectaclehut.com/

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. #LeonardoAI #Suno #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI GLOBAL I got my head in the clouds, but I'm still kinda deep though/ I keep my eyes closed when I'm trying to save face/ I got chicks in my eye, like I'm Sandy/ There's a chip crunch/ Can you hear it?/ Without electronics, we must still push interference/ If I'm held down, then I'm hellbound/ I got a military-industrial complex; an industrial complex; a complex/ When do I get to let up on the endeavor to write letters that will be read?, because they're so dead/ I also need the mental shredder in my head to get better/ Bad breath is the best deep-throat to get/ If a head-ache ain't part of a cold, it must be hot/ So, I'm hot-headed when I'm ill and I'm feeling off/ If you're mentally writing some lines, you might need some free time/ She loves me, then it's 'laters'/ The breath of sea-buckthorn, when horny, is like a case of sour grapes that she's taking away with her, and I can't taste it while only alone and wasted/ I take it that if you pull out, there's no commitment, like some expansion of the Mongul empire has been contradicted/ Get it?/ People can be babies; all about some empire/ I lost the plot of not just a writer but a whole writer's block when I dropped a better one/ It seems you've got a way with words, but you just got away with words and helped form no ideal lines/ Who would have guessed it would come to this, like a techno-head's really up to jizz/ As much as I love most of the policies of Trump, I'd love to smell his daughters, like I have no respect for borders/ So, if I just get consent to be next to them, I'm all set; wet/ You're not the one who comes to see me when you see me/ It's me/ All you women get in my head!/ There's some nosedive/ Others have gotta come and pick 'em up, and they go high/ Finally I get a day off, like chicks all on my dick are getting laid off/ I'm under pressure to conform when you measure my blood's pressure/ And then you get a form and put down that it's as high as ever/ But it's never gonna be better, with you yawning. I love your breath around me like the cuff of a sphygmomanometer/ All I ever wanted was to sit around; fit around women/ That isn't profound, but I'm always underground/ They're above me; on a pedestal I never found/ In keeping up with the Joneses, peeps cut their grass 'til it's lowered, and less green now, coz they mowed it/ You're timeless; my first choice, and my last resort/ My marks are hardly in the A, B, or C range/ I'm D-ranged/ If people are drowning, I'll be taking the pisses, in saving them as they wish/ I got people in my head telling me to 'suck it up', so I sniff women/ I wrote a sequel to a prequel that was equal to number one in a series/ You can call it 'number one' in the end. That's definite/ I'm a centrist for progressives, and like centers for progressives/ No one reads more than a line of mine a day/ If I defame anyone, there's no minor wait to find out/ I can see that here's some complex-city, like I'm looking at Dubai/