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Check this C major! |
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Comin' straight outta Stockholm, a fun boy named Lars, |
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Survived Loma Prieta, Mad Cow, and SARS. |
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I hit you with these flows like your name was Nancy Kerrigan |
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Here and back and there again, atypical American. |
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Third generation Swedish, second gen. Aussie, |
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Am I street enough for this? Sometimes I'm "Paranoid" like Ozzy. |
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See it used to be punk rock for about four years, |
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I played lead guitar, we dissed Britney Spears, |
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Amphoteric the name, Central Cali band, |
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Local shows, t-shirts, EP's, no plan, |
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Just chilling with the crew slamming power chords, |
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They wanted more guitars but I got bored. |
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I was born to rock heads and fill them too, |
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But did the world really need another Blink 182? |
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Stuck on this Earth like glue since 1982, |
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Cooked up my own post-modern salmagundi stew. |
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Straight outta Stockholm, lap-top rap, |
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American iconoclast, alien boom-bap, |
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Cali's my home, baby, West Coast boy, |
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I get more love than Helen of Troy. |
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Straight outta Stockholm, lap-top rap |
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American iconoclast, alien boom-bap, |
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I make rap fun, friendly, fresh and new |
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MC Lars in the place, yeah boy, I thought you knew! |
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"But... were you actually born in Stockholm, Lars?" |
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No, but my family on my Mom's side is Swedish-American. |
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"Uh... okay." |
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Comin' straight outta prep school, on the mike at assembly, |
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Class clown, straight A's, running KSPB. |
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Pebble Beach, sheltered high school, like a nun on Mars |
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The Horris was Dr. Quin, Heavyweights gave me Lars. |
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"So how do you spell it? Yo, what's the website?" |
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Is it really that hard? "Morris" with an H - alright! |
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And okay yo today see I'm still experimenting, |
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Venting & presenting never misrepresenting. |
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And it's not quite rap, not quite pop, |
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Alien hip-hop Lars punk rock, |
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If I make the big time I'll still sit up in my room, |
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My brain on the keyboard and I'll try to resume, |
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Such a great story that I'll always behold, |
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I'll look back on this when I'm 80 years old. |
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London, New York, UK tour, NY demo, |
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Tickled as can be, when I tickle you like Elmo. |
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So much to say, new sounds to try, |
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Laptop, costumes, local buzz, and why? |
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Don't ask me, buddy, but you're bumpin' me now! |
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Amalgam for the future revolution like Mao. |
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You're right when I grab the mike, I do what I like, |
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I sit with a pen by the full moon light. |
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Euphonic epiphany like Keat's lyre trope, |
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I am it, iambic's rap's last hope. |
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My Grandma says I have rhyme talent, and I love her. |
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I flow lethal, Weapon? Lyrical like Danny Glover. |
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I flip your paradigm manhole cover, |
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Mutant reptiles, surprised what you discover. |
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But I still like Bob Dylan more than any MC. |
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Most depress me, like Hepatitis B. |
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Reverse them like Pi when they step to me |
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Nine five one four one point three. |
