Song | Hey That's Me |
Artist | MC Lars |
Album | Radio Pet Fencing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Horris | |
It's off the hook home slice, like a lucky fish. | |
All I wish is that you taste this like a Swedish dish. | |
It's the L A R S, H O double-R I S | |
And I represent CV, and yes I must confess: | |
I'm back 2003 and the snare drum pumps. | |
Back up, Kris Kross, it's my turn to jump. | |
See I'm a Libra and I'm balanced, rocking it like Ritchie Valens, | |
And I'm up to this fresh session, yes I'm up to this fresh challenge. | |
And I'm thinking, and I'm writing, and I'm rapping, and I'm fighting | |
All the layers of green apathy clogging up the zone. | |
Because I'll analyze your world, I'll analyze your head. | |
I'll re-adjust your paradigm with this microphone. | |
I was chilling in my '88 south on 101, | |
With the woofer in the back bumping P.E. number one. | |
Free-styling in a genre I didn't create, | |
Props to Melle Mel, Chuck D, and all eight | |
Hundred thousand MCs on whose shoulders I stand. | |
I'm just a white kid with a plastic jammie in his hand! | |
See this MC here spends his life feeling fine, | |
But doesn't often get off in a straight line. | |
Fine, time will tell where he's headed. | |
It's up to chance, like Gretel's path is breaded. | |
Your criticism? I'm above it! Your BS? Let's rubber glove it! | |
Take your heroin and shove it! Life - you've got to love it. | |
So get this, steal this, deal this, peel this away, | |
I made this song out of my brain neurons and clay. | |
It helped my brain chill for a week and a day, | |
Until one day it stopped working like the city of Pompeii. | |
But it's okay, hey, because I roll it home. | |
Knick knack paddy whack, my sonic range his grown. | |
Profound like Antoine De Saint Exuperey, | |
When I rock the chorus of this song I say ; | |
Lars Horris, hey that's me! | |
Part Swedish, part Australian, full fun boy G. | |
Lars Horris, hey that's me! | |
I scored 1430 on my SAT's. | |
Lars Horris, hey that's me! | |
I'll rock the CoHo like 1-2-3. | |
Lars Horris, hey that's me! | |
I drop English and math and biology. | |
I piss Catholics off with my comic in the Daily. | |
"Why's it called '27th Street'?" Man, don't front me. | |
Jorge Cham might do PhD, | |
But can he ever try to rock the mike like me? | |
And I'm weird like Al, don't attend Cal, | |
DJ's my buddy. Who's Mike? | |
Josh plays bass and I take wedding vows, | |
To my hip-hop rhymes that I'm busting now. | |
And I satisfy women like GERs, | |
I advocate the destruction of SUV cars. | |
I think Israel and Palestine should get along. | |
I sampled Nine Inch Nails for this song. | |
And I'm so post-modern, I don't even exist. | |
Did you hear that, P. Diddy? You just got dissed! | |
It's the twenty-first century, MC's please, | |
You're killing hip-hop when you sample the Bee Gees! | |
Most MC's today rap about five things: | |
Narcotics, cars, girls, clothes, and the bling bling. | |
Delusions of grandeur in full swing, | |
Fascist self focus and diamond rings. | |
But if Martin Luther King were alive today, | |
How would he weigh the decay displayed? | |
Homogenized identities, ourselves betrayed, | |
There's more to rap than just getting paid. | |
And there's more to life than MTV and Reeses Pieces, | |
And when I sit in silence, my love for life increases. | |
It feels great to pull the plug on the family TV, | |
And make my own niche in society. | |
And while I freak this beat, you're doing spoken word, | |
Trying to get your naked voice heard. | |
If I didn't know ProTools, I'd be like you | |
And I could just do spoken word if I wanted to. | |
Lars Horris, hey that's me! | |
You might see me on the street bumping Run-DMC. | |
Lars Horris, hey that's me! | |
After my BA I'll get my PhD. | |
Lars Horris, hey that's me! | |
Metaphysically fly like John Donne's "The Flea." | |
Lars Horris, hey that's me! | |
Rewriting Bronte like Wide Sargasso Sea. |
zuo qu : Horris | |
It' s off the hook home slice, like a lucky fish. | |
All I wish is that you taste this like a Swedish dish. | |
It' s the L A R S, H O doubleR I S | |
And I represent CV, and yes I must confess: | |
I' m back 2003 and the snare drum pumps. | |
Back up, Kris Kross, it' s my turn to jump. | |
See I' m a Libra and I' m balanced, rocking it like Ritchie Valens, | |
And I' m up to this fresh session, yes I' m up to this fresh challenge. | |
And I' m thinking, and I' m writing, and I' m rapping, and I' m fighting | |
All the layers of green apathy clogging up the zone. | |
Because I' ll analyze your world, I' ll analyze your head. | |
I' ll readjust your paradigm with this microphone. | |
I was chilling in my ' 88 south on 101, | |
With the woofer in the back bumping P. E. number one. | |
Freestyling in a genre I didn' t create, | |
Props to Melle Mel, Chuck D, and all eight | |
Hundred thousand MCs on whose shoulders I stand. | |
I' m just a white kid with a plastic jammie in his hand! | |
See this MC here spends his life feeling fine, | |
But doesn' t often get off in a straight line. | |
Fine, time will tell where he' s headed. | |
It' s up to chance, like Gretel' s path is breaded. | |
Your criticism? I' m above it! Your BS? Let' s rubber glove it! | |
Take your heroin and shove it! Life you' ve got to love it. | |
So get this, steal this, deal this, peel this away, | |
I made this song out of my brain neurons and clay. | |
It helped my brain chill for a week and a day, | |
Until one day it stopped working like the city of Pompeii. | |
But it' s okay, hey, because I roll it home. | |
Knick knack paddy whack, my sonic range his grown. | |
Profound like Antoine De Saint Exuperey, | |
When I rock the chorus of this song I say | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
Part Swedish, part Australian, full fun boy G. | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
I scored 1430 on my SAT' s. | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
I' ll rock the CoHo like 123. | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
I drop English and math and biology. | |
I piss Catholics off with my comic in the Daily. | |
" Why' s it called ' 27th Street'?" Man, don' t front me. | |
Jorge Cham might do PhD, | |
But can he ever try to rock the mike like me? | |
And I' m weird like Al, don' t attend Cal, | |
DJ' s my buddy. Who' s Mike? | |
Josh plays bass and I take wedding vows, | |
To my hiphop rhymes that I' m busting now. | |
And I satisfy women like GERs, | |
I advocate the destruction of SUV cars. | |
I think Israel and Palestine should get along. | |
I sampled Nine Inch Nails for this song. | |
And I' m so postmodern, I don' t even exist. | |
Did you hear that, P. Diddy? You just got dissed! | |
It' s the twentyfirst century, MC' s please, | |
You' re killing hiphop when you sample the Bee Gees! | |
Most MC' s today rap about five things: | |
Narcotics, cars, girls, clothes, and the bling bling. | |
Delusions of grandeur in full swing, | |
Fascist self focus and diamond rings. | |
But if Martin Luther King were alive today, | |
How would he weigh the decay displayed? | |
Homogenized identities, ourselves betrayed, | |
There' s more to rap than just getting paid. | |
And there' s more to life than MTV and Reeses Pieces, | |
And when I sit in silence, my love for life increases. | |
It feels great to pull the plug on the family TV, | |
And make my own niche in society. | |
And while I freak this beat, you' re doing spoken word, | |
Trying to get your naked voice heard. | |
If I didn' t know ProTools, I' d be like you | |
And I could just do spoken word if I wanted to. | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
You might see me on the street bumping RunDMC. | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
After my BA I' ll get my PhD. | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
Metaphysically fly like John Donne' s " The Flea." | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
Rewriting Bronte like Wide Sargasso Sea. |
zuò qǔ : Horris | |
It' s off the hook home slice, like a lucky fish. | |
All I wish is that you taste this like a Swedish dish. | |
It' s the L A R S, H O doubleR I S | |
And I represent CV, and yes I must confess: | |
I' m back 2003 and the snare drum pumps. | |
Back up, Kris Kross, it' s my turn to jump. | |
See I' m a Libra and I' m balanced, rocking it like Ritchie Valens, | |
And I' m up to this fresh session, yes I' m up to this fresh challenge. | |
And I' m thinking, and I' m writing, and I' m rapping, and I' m fighting | |
All the layers of green apathy clogging up the zone. | |
Because I' ll analyze your world, I' ll analyze your head. | |
I' ll readjust your paradigm with this microphone. | |
I was chilling in my ' 88 south on 101, | |
With the woofer in the back bumping P. E. number one. | |
Freestyling in a genre I didn' t create, | |
Props to Melle Mel, Chuck D, and all eight | |
Hundred thousand MCs on whose shoulders I stand. | |
I' m just a white kid with a plastic jammie in his hand! | |
See this MC here spends his life feeling fine, | |
But doesn' t often get off in a straight line. | |
Fine, time will tell where he' s headed. | |
It' s up to chance, like Gretel' s path is breaded. | |
Your criticism? I' m above it! Your BS? Let' s rubber glove it! | |
Take your heroin and shove it! Life you' ve got to love it. | |
So get this, steal this, deal this, peel this away, | |
I made this song out of my brain neurons and clay. | |
It helped my brain chill for a week and a day, | |
Until one day it stopped working like the city of Pompeii. | |
But it' s okay, hey, because I roll it home. | |
Knick knack paddy whack, my sonic range his grown. | |
Profound like Antoine De Saint Exuperey, | |
When I rock the chorus of this song I say | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
Part Swedish, part Australian, full fun boy G. | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
I scored 1430 on my SAT' s. | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
I' ll rock the CoHo like 123. | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
I drop English and math and biology. | |
I piss Catholics off with my comic in the Daily. | |
" Why' s it called ' 27th Street'?" Man, don' t front me. | |
Jorge Cham might do PhD, | |
But can he ever try to rock the mike like me? | |
And I' m weird like Al, don' t attend Cal, | |
DJ' s my buddy. Who' s Mike? | |
Josh plays bass and I take wedding vows, | |
To my hiphop rhymes that I' m busting now. | |
And I satisfy women like GERs, | |
I advocate the destruction of SUV cars. | |
I think Israel and Palestine should get along. | |
I sampled Nine Inch Nails for this song. | |
And I' m so postmodern, I don' t even exist. | |
Did you hear that, P. Diddy? You just got dissed! | |
It' s the twentyfirst century, MC' s please, | |
You' re killing hiphop when you sample the Bee Gees! | |
Most MC' s today rap about five things: | |
Narcotics, cars, girls, clothes, and the bling bling. | |
Delusions of grandeur in full swing, | |
Fascist self focus and diamond rings. | |
But if Martin Luther King were alive today, | |
How would he weigh the decay displayed? | |
Homogenized identities, ourselves betrayed, | |
There' s more to rap than just getting paid. | |
And there' s more to life than MTV and Reeses Pieces, | |
And when I sit in silence, my love for life increases. | |
It feels great to pull the plug on the family TV, | |
And make my own niche in society. | |
And while I freak this beat, you' re doing spoken word, | |
Trying to get your naked voice heard. | |
If I didn' t know ProTools, I' d be like you | |
And I could just do spoken word if I wanted to. | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
You might see me on the street bumping RunDMC. | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
After my BA I' ll get my PhD. | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
Metaphysically fly like John Donne' s " The Flea." | |
Lars Horris, hey that' s me! | |
Rewriting Bronte like Wide Sargasso Sea. |