i'm lovin' it (album)

by Zayde Buti

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about

"Zayde is a madman who writes intricate rhymes full of social critique and humor which he performs over his own brilliantly twisted bouncy beats." - DJ Flack

"He twists corporate slogans into lo-fi soundsystem bootyshakers." - Tomas Ford, Electric Cabaret Showman

"It seems to be a weird man who does strange things with computers and makes what sounds like modern dance music but he's against hamburgers." - Mrs. Slimedog, The Noise

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released March 28, 2011

Lyrics and Music by Zayde Buti
Produced by Universal Tongues
Mastered by Mike Davidson at Mike Davidson Recordings
Photography by Julie Chen

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Zayde Buti Boston, Massachusetts

Zayde Buti writes, produces and performs original songs and also produces and performs in music videos. He's released a hip­- hop album, a folk/punk album and is currently in pre­-production for his first acoustic rock opera. Zayde has performed in venues across New England and has engaged as a street performer throughout the Boston area. ... more

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Track Name: Democracy!
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
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Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh

Yeah, uh-huh,
Can you feel it?
Yeah, uh-huh
i'm lovin' it
Yeah, uh-huh,
Can you feel it?
Yeah, uh-huh
i'm lovin' it

Once you pop you can't help but feel the joy of democracy!
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
Once you pop you can't help but feel the thrill of democracy!
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
Once you pop you can't help but feel the joy of democracy!
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
Once you pop you can't help but feel the joy of democracy!
F, R, double E, D, double O...

F, R, double E, D, double O, M
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
F, R, double E, D, double O, M
F, R, double E, D, double O, M

Coming soon to a theater near you!

Yeah, uh-huh,
Can you feel it?
Yeah, uh-huh
i'm lovin' it
Yeah, uh-huh,
Can you feel it?
Feel the joy of democracy!

Yeah, uh-huh,
Can you feel it?
Yeah, uh-huh
i'm lovin' it
Yeah, uh-huh,
Can you feel it?
Feel the joy of democracy!

Yeah, uh-huh,
Can you feel it?
Yeah, uh-huh
i'm lovin' it
Yeah, uh-huh,
Can you feel it?
Feel the joy of democracy!

Democracy!
Democracy!
Democracy!
Demo…
Come on, let's get crazy now!
Feel the joy of democracy!
Track Name: King Burger
Addiction
Corrupted conviction
Selling you the body full of soda pop and candy bars
Sponsored by big business
Infesting your intestines with McDiddles and McDiddies
What is urgent now is a Big Mac lesson
A reference for a lifestyle we're ingesting
Case in point: Image Nation

Tell me, boys, those fast food chains
What is it that they like to say?
"We the kind you don't funk with, more than a million served each day!"

Here we are in Image Nation
Everybody wanna go stuff their faces
Everybody wanna go trading places
Ain't no time for a moment's patience

Man, you too slow
What you doing on my road?
Betta get yo', betta get yo', betta get yo', betta get yo', betta get yours!
This is my fat lane, my fat car
I'm a super-duper rock star for show

Beware of the Gucci gangs
And other ruthless, yet toothsome, marketing campaigns (crusades)

I'm a Big Mac!
No, I'm a Big Mac!
No, I'm a Big Mac!
Well, I'm a Big BANG! BANG!

Am I a part of this ever so hopeless body of sin?

There's no time for contemplation
You've got cars behind you
Welcome to Image Nation
Now how can we take your order?

I'm a Big Mac
Big Rolla, Mama
Big Mac
Big Bad Daddy with the Special Sauce Fat Stack
Fried-onion-ring-bacon-chedda-phetamine
You and I, Shorty, in the drive thru, getting greased

Here we are in Image Nation
Everybody wanna go stuff their faces
Everybody wanna go trading places
Ain't no time for a moment's patience

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Amen

Man, you too slow
What you doing on my road?
Betta get yo', betta get yo', betta get yo', betta get yo', betta get yours!
This is my phat lane, my fast car
I'm a super-duper rock star for show

Am I a part of this ever so hopeless body of sin?
Am I a part of this ever so hopeless body of sin?

You can "have it your way" so long as you remain faithful to the King.
That is, King Burger-Burger King, King of the Cafeteria

I'm a Big Mac
Big Rolla, Mama
Big Mac
Big Bad Daddy with the Special Sauce Fat Stack
Fried-onion-ring-bacon-chedda-phetamine
You and I, Shorty, in the drive thru, getting greased

I'm a Big Mac
Big Rolla, Mama
Big Mac
Bad Daddy with the Special Sauce Fat Stack
Crispy-fried-onion-ring-bacon-chedda-phetamine
You and I, Shorty, in the drive thru, getting greased

King Burger-Burger King, King of the Cafeteria
King Burger-Burger King, King of the Cafeteria
Track Name: Marisol
When I was seventeen, she said,
"Just a little young."
But I was charming, nonetheless,
So she would have done it

Had not Mom somehow found her
Cellular phone number

Hi, I'm Zayde's Mom
Where is my little boy?

Zayde, your Mom's on the phone…

Ahh!
Where's the shovel?

All I wanted was a chance, beautiful Marisol.
All I wanted was a chance…
So much for Marisol

When I was seventeen, she said,
"Just a little young."
But I was charming, nonetheless,
So she would have done it

Had not Mom somehow found her number!
Track Name: Hot 'n Juicy
…good
Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my $1 has never looked so good

Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my $1 has never looked so good

Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my $1 has never looked so good

Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my $1 has never looked so…

I just want your Hot 'n Juicy
I just want you, Wendy
I just want your Hot 'n Juicy
$1 has never looked so

I just want your Hot 'n Juicy
I just want you, Wendy
I just want your Hot 'n Juicy
$1 has never looked so

Plump, juicy, fresh and tasty
Just way you want it, baby!

I really love you so, my little red-headed doll
Freckle-faced, angel

I just want your Hot 'n Juicy
I just want you, Wendy
I just want your Hot 'n Juicy
$1 has never looked so

Plump, juicy, fresh and tasty
Just way you want it, baby!

I really love you so, my little red headed doll
I really love you so, my little red headed doll
I really love you so, my little red headed doll
Freckle-faced, angel eyes

My Wendy is the defender of good taste for people everywhere
She's unrivaled in her passion for giving clients what they want and uncompromising in giving clients what they deserve

I really love you so, my little red headed doll
I really love you so, my little red headed doll
I really love you so, my little red headed doll
Freckle-faced, angel

…good
Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my $1 has never looked so good

Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my $1 has never looked so good

Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my $1 has never looked so good

Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my uh!
Yeah, gotta get my $1 has never looked so
$1 has never looked so
$1 has never looked so good
Track Name: Bobby & Susan
What?
What more is there to life than this?
Sweetie, come on
How much time do we have?
Next!
Folks, please give a warm, Poor Me A Dink welcome for Bobby and Susan:

(Audience applause)

Thank you, Susan
Thank you, Bobby
Glad you could join us
What's the problem?
Ah, I see
Yes, ok
Tell me, Susan
Is the sex to blame?
Oh, boy, that's a pickle
Hmm, let me think a little…

(Bob snores)

I'm an average fellow
Content within my fiction
Hoping, when it's over
He'll cart me off to heaven
I don't want to hear your two-sense
It hurts and, plus, I'm doing good:
Stomach's full, team's ahead
What more is there to life than this?

Whoa! Go easy, Bob!
Stomach's full, team's ahead
What more is there to life than this?
Oh, boy, that's a pickle
Hmm, let me think a little…
Stomach's full, team's ahead
What more is there to life than this?
What more is there to life than this?
Stomach's full, team's ahead
What more is there to life than this?

Bob, you're a liar!
What's more to life than this?
How 'bout the broad that you last slept with?

What do you want from me, huh?
It ain't my fault!
Hey, you know Lola -- she gets what she wants!
My cuckoocumber go 'goo-goo-gaa-gaa'
Ha-ha!
Mama, badda-boom, badda-bang!
Ain't that easy, Honey
I mean, when Nature calls?
Her Indonesian coconuts, they whispered to my cock:

"Hey there, Sexy, where's the cream filling?
I know your lousy marriage hasn't sealed this hungry villain."

I couldn't help myself!
Susan, I swear!
I'm the victim of me circus pants
It's not fair!

Relax, Bob
You've come clean
Have a card
Call me if need be
Remember, you're not alone
There are many more like you destined for this show

If, like Bob, you're the victim of life
If, like Sue, you're along for the ride
If you're the victim of a lousy hand,
A fickle god or a bad romance
Whatever 'if' is, you can count on us
If you have a problem, you know who to trust
But if you want a boost and if you want it fast
Shake, shake, shake:
Get Off Your Sorry Ass!
Track Name: Not Your Average Joe
O-E-O-E-O!
O-E-O-E-O-E-O!
O-E-O-E-O!
O-E-O-E-O-E-O!

Ain't no Indian
Ain't Thoreau
Nope, no TV show
Got a big foot, but I ain't a hoax
Ain't nothing but a…

O-E-O-E-O!
O-E-O-E-O-E-O!

Said it before and I'll say it again:
Ain't nothing but a…

First name: We-ah
Last name: Dough
Commonly known as Tree Fucking Joe
You can find him bare on the weekends in the forests of New England

He's a We-ah Dough!
He's a We-ah Dough!
He's a We-ah Dough!
Fuckin' weirdo!

O-E-O-E-O!
O-E-O-E-O-E-O!

Japanese Red Maple, Weeping Willow, Black Tupelo,
Quaking Aspen, Eastern Redbud, Rhododendron, Butternut

Police, please come to the scene
I see a man naked next to a tree!
Police, please come to the scene
I see a man naked next to a tree!

Said it before and I'll say it again:
Ain't nothing but a…

First name: We-ah
Last name: Dough
Commonly known as Tree Fucking Joe
You can find him bare on the weekends in the forests of New England

He's a We-ah Dough!
He's a We-ah Dough!
He's a We-ah Dough!
He's a We-ah Dough!
Nothing but a We-ah!
Nothing but a We-ah!
Nothing but a We-ah!
Fuckin' weirdo!
Track Name: Uncle Ricky
Mr. Entertainer, 'round a quarter to nine, says,
"Do you fellas like music?
That's what I thought!
Listen, I want to share with you stories through my eyes
I am Uncle Ricky
I need to survive
I'll sing for you and you will pay me for the ill in the style
As you can see, I am the best dressed homeless man on Mass Avenue"

He sells his act well
Introduction is tight
$5 for his wallet
And he gives us his night
He calls it "Uncle Ricky's Special"
And goes on to say,
"Some bitches'll suck your dick for a hit,
But you betta not look away, betta not look away…"

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go, Ricky, Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go, Ricky, Go!

Here is Uncle Ricky
Come and give him his $5
He's got it, you know it
Must be that glimmer in his ice
He hurls two short raps accompanied by clap
One: Roxbury Crackheads

"If you got rock, bitches love cock
Pop-suck, Popsicle
Pop-suck, Popsicle
Pop-suck, Popsicle
Pop
Suckers."

Here is Uncle Ricky
Come and give him his $5
He's got it, you know it
Must be that glimmer in his ice
He hurls two short raps accompanied by clap
Two: Roxbury Clackheads

"If you got rock, haters love to
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop suckers!"

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go, Ricky, Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go, Ricky, Go!

Mr. Entertainer, 'round a quarter to nine, says,
"Do you fellas like music?
That's what I thought!
Listen, I want to share with you stories through my eyes
I am Uncle Ricky
I need to survive
I'll sing for you and you will pay me for the ill in the style
As you can see, I am the best dressed homeless man on Mass Avenue"

"I am the best-dressed homeless man on Massachusetts Avenue!
I am the best-dressed homeless man on Massachusetts Avenue!
I am the best-dressed homeless man,
Am the best-dressed homeless man,
Am the best-dressed homeless man on Massachusetts Avenue!"

Go, Ricky-Ricky, Go, Go, Uncle Ricky!
Go, Ricky-Ricky, Go, Go, Uncle Ricky!
Go, Ricky-Ricky, Go, Go, Uncle Ricky!
Go home, Uncle Ricky, go home!

Uncle Ricky says,

"Watch
for the bitches that steal your eyes,
for the haters that take your life,
for the mother fucker in the sky
And, most of all, for the punk-ass police!"

"Watch
for the bitches that steal your eyes,
for the haters that take your life,
for the mother fucker in the sky
And, most of all, for the punk-ass police!"
Track Name: Supersoaker
I get boogie, then Superman, then jiggy, then Matrix
Then I hit my Super Soak and, oh, snap, here we go

Soak her super
Stick her up
Soak her super silly
Soldier boy, you crank that toy
And make it look so illy

Jigging in this ho, watch me hit my merry-go-jigging
Every time I shoot it off, it's thick as hasty pudding

Soak her super
Stick her up
Soak her super silly
Soldier boy, you crank that toy
And make it look so illy

Soak her super
Stick her up
Soak her super silly
Soldier boy, with that cool gun,
You make it look so uh! uh!

The Super Soaker delivers a powerful soaking stream with every single pump!

I get boogie, then Superman, then jiggy, then Matrix
Then I hit my Super Soak and, oh, snap, here we go

Soak her super
Stick her up
Soak her super silly
Soldier boy, you crank that toy
And make it look so illy

I will pass it to my partner, he will crank that high five
He will pass it back to me and I will make it look so
Easy, high-powered, and fun
I'm the hottest blaster!
Come with me and you will learn to crank it like a master

Soak her super
Stick her up
Soak her super silly
Soldier boy, you crank that toy
And make it look so

A Super Soaker attack can come at any time
Earlier today, I got blind-sided by a couple of sneak attack blasters
They blasted me front ways and sideways
Even when they said they wouldn't blast me, I still got faked out by the secret strike!
Nothing soaks like a Super Soaker
Major pumping required

This here tune is for the North and South and East and West and
Everyone up in this ho who needs a soaking session

Soak her super
Stick her up
Soak her super silly
Soldier boy, you crank that toy
And make it look so illy

Soak her super
Stick her up
Soak her super silly
Soldier boy, with that cool gun,
You make it look so uh! uh!
Track Name: Be Like Mike
When I was a bit younger,
My life was basketball,
And my middle name is Michael,
So I thought I had a shot

At the store, I ask the clerk,
"Will this pair get me there?"
He turns to look at his co-worker
And the two of them just smile

…but if Jordan can do it, so can I!
If Jordan can do it, so can I!
He aims for the stars,
The sky opens its arms
I, too, believe I can fly

I didn't get the Air that I had purchased at the mall,
And all the boys are taunting me as I stumble with the ball

Just do it
Jump! Jump!
Just do it
Jump!
Na-na-na-na-boo-boo-na-na
Na-na-na-na-boo-boo-na-na

Just do it
Jump! Jump!
Just do it
Jump!
Na-na-na-na-boo-boo-na-na
Na-na-na-na-boo-boo-na-na

Na-na-na-na-boo-boo-na-na
Na-na-na-na-boo-boo-na-na
Na-na-na-na-boo-boo-na-na
Na-na-na-na-boo-boo-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-boo-boo-na-na
Na-na-na-na-boo-boo-na-na
Na-na-na-na-boo-boo-na-na
Na-na-na-na-boo-boo-na

If Jordan can do it, so can I!
If Jordan can do it, so can I!
He aims for the stars,
The sky opens its arms
I, too, believe I can fly
Track Name: Space Station
Everyday I feel myself immersed in a realm of expanding possibilities,
Unearthing worlds I once was oblivious to (never looked, never knew)
I keep my mind alight with the big picture, put my inner eyes on and dig deeper into this mine of wonder
The time to advance is now!

We are whirling on a planetary space station
Yet, I still cannot smile!
Maybe you should stop
Give me one reason
For the gift of life?
You sound like a Hallmark card

I write to ask Mystery
In a cloister at Delphi
"What's one cure for misery?"
This is what the letter reads:

Greetings, Zayde. Thanks for the letter. Are you well? You would not believe the size of the stack of papers on my desk! There are so many questions. A cure for misery, you ask? We are inseparable from the astonishing nature of nature. If you look around and think "wow!", notice the "wow!" of the one who looks. Surround yourself with interesting people, ideas and activities. Misery seldom bothers those for whom life is engaging. My motto: get inspired and stay inspired. I hope this helps you, good friend.

Yours truly,
Mystery

We are whirling on a planetary space station
Yet, I still cannot smile!
Maybe you should stop
Give me one reason
For the gift of life?
You sound like a Hallmark card

I keep my mind alight with the big picture, put my inner eyes on and dig deeper into this mine of wonder
The time to advance is…
The time to advance is now!
Track Name: Raisin'
Are you hungry?
Do you want me?
Are you hungry?
Do you want me?
Touch me, Tease me, Love me, Please me
Are you hungry?
Do you want me?
Are you hungry?
Do you want me?
Touch me, Tease me, Love me, Please me

Smell me
Smell me
Remember this when I am gone

Lick me
Lick me
Remember this when I am gone

Are you hungry?
Do you want me?
Are you hungry?
Do you want me?

Rub me
Show me that you care
Love me
Tell me that you want me

I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you

The sun is inside me
The sun is inside me
The sun is inside me
The sun is inside me

Are you ready?
Squeeze me
Rub me on your lips
Remember this when I am gone

Raise me to your lips
Place me between them
Tilt your head back gently and let me fall into your mouth

Guide me
Guide me through your mouth
Guide me
Just guide me with your tongue
And swirl
And suck
And swirl
Caress me with your tongue
Swirl
Suck
Swirl
Suck

Bite me
Notice I leak
Drink me
Drink this juice now

Chew me slowly (very, very slowly), my love
Every bite is sacred as I become a part of you

If you want me, you can have me
Every bite is sacred as I become a part of you
If you want me, you can have me
Every bite is sacred as I become a part of you

I want to die in ecstasy
I want to die in ecstasy
I want to die in ecstasy
I want to die in ecstasy
I want to die in ecstasy
I want to die in ecstasy
I want to die in ecstasy
I want to die in ecstasy
Track Name: DD
Toasted Almond, Tropicana, Latte, Latte Lite

America Runs On Dunkin'

Box O' Joe, 10 cups to go!

Caramel or Mocha Swirl?

Picture yourself feeling good.

Shake it up, baby. Twist and shout! C'mon and work it on out

Bowtie, Coconut, éclair!

The Sausage Supreme Omelet breakfast sandwich is made with fluffy scrambled eggs and savory vegetables, delicious sausage and American cheese on a freshly baked plain bagel
Combine it with a hot cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee for a delicious breakfast that's ready when you are

Always fresh, always delish

Corn, Bavarian Crème, Gingerbread, Chocolate, Cinnamon

Apple N' Spice

Napkin Notes: brighten someone's day!
Send a message on a napkin and make them feel better
It's easy

Iced Cappuccino, Choc Chunk, Cookie, Jelly Roll, Banana-Walnut, Raspberry, Caramel
Iced Cappuccino, Choc Chunk, Cookie, Jelly Roll, Banana-Walnut, Raspberry, Caramel

What are you waiting for?

America Runs On Dunkin'

Big box a Munchkins!

Do you know the muffin man?

Spelled d-o-n-u-t, Dunkin' takes the ugh, an "interjection used as an exclamation expressing disgust, aversion, horror or the like" out of do___nuts

What's more?

Turbo Hot Coffee provides the extreme power boost you need to get you through your day!

Something fresh is always brewing here
Delicious anyway you slice it

Something fresh is always…
Something fresh is always…
Something fresh is always…
Something fresh is always…
Something fresh is always…
Something fresh is always…
Something fresh is always…