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Mr. Confuse - Do You Realize
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Mr. Confuse - Feel The Fire
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Mr. Confuse - Feel The Fire - The Remixes
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Mr. Confuse - Feel The Fire - Live
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Mr. Konfuze & Lunatic - On The Beatbox
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Big Livin’ feat. Lady Emz (official video)

| April 23rd, 2012 | posted in Video

Mr. Confuse feat. Lady Emz “Big Livin’” from the album “Do You Realize” directed and produced by “New Citizen Productions” in Barcelona / Spain.

This Video is the visual transfer of the story that been told in the song “Big Livin’” word by word. You can read the lyrics below along watching the video.

Video was shot in Barcelona in January 2011. Visit the mrconfuse.com website to get more info about this video and read a full article and view some behind the scenes photos.

LYRICS:
Big Livin’ lyrics are written by John Lane read them here:

Wake up Sebastian, breakfast’s ready…
Stretching, yawning, he slides out of bed,
Hollywood dreams still in his head;
Showered and sparkling,
Smelling of CK perfume,
He catwalks back
To his art-deco room;
Opens the wardrobe, checks out the display,
Deciding who he’s going to be today…
Skater-boy jeans, number ones;
Should he wear the Vans or Cons?

An hour spent choosing what to wear,
Garnier Shock-Waves in his hair,
He checks himself out,
Thinks his style is his own
Cos he downloaded it personally
From his mobile phone.
Here is a guy who expresses himself
By looking the same as everyone else.

With his photocopied psychology
And his stolen terminology,
He talks about rap and the truth of D n B
But he listens to Britney on his MP3.
He’ll probably listen a whole lot more
When mommy gets him a new MP4.
His look’s off the hook,
Bought with daddy’s money;
If it wasn’t so tragic
You’d think it was funny.

Fine, okay, he was voted most cool…
But only by the other gonks
In his class at private school.
What a fake, what a loser,
A sad carbon copy
Of those popular sell-outs,
The stars of MTV.

You can tell by the way he shakes his skinny little ass
That he’s ripped off his moves from a website dance class.
Completely unoriginal,
Fuck all interesting to say;
He’s an amalgamated non-entity
A boring, walking cliché.
Off into the world he goes,
His empty head held up high;
Someone do us a favour please…
And kick the bullshit out this guy.
Tosser.
Goodnight Sebastian; sweet dreams…