Straight Outta Stockholm - MC Lars

Comin' straight outta stockholm, a fun boy named Lars

Survived loma prieta, mad cow, and SARS

I hit you with these flows like your name was Nancy Kerrigan

Here and back and there again, a typical American

Third generation Swedish, second gen.

Aussie

Am I street enough for this?

Sometimes im paranoid like Ozzy

See it used to be punk rock for about four years

I played lead guitar, we dissed Britney Spears

Amphoteric the name, Central Cali band

Local shows, t-shirts, EPs, no plan

Just chilling with the crew slamming power chords

They wanted more guitars but I got bored

I was born to rock heads and fill them too

But did the world really need another Blink 182?

Stuck on this Earth like glue since 1982

Cooked up my own post-modern salmagundi stew

Straight outta Stockholm, laptop rap

American iconoclast, alien boom-bap

Cali’s my home, baby, West Coast boy

I get more love than Helen of Troy

Straight outta Stockholm, laptop rap

American iconoclast, alien boom-bap

I make rap fun, friendly, fresh and new

MC Lars in the place, yeah boy, I thought you knew!

DJ: «But were you actually born in Stockholm Lars?»

Lars: «No, but my family on my Mom’s side is Swedish-American.»

DJ: «Uuh…okay.»

Comin' straight outta prep school, on the mike at assembly

Class clown, straight A’s, running KSPB

Pebble Beach, sheltered high school, like a nun on Mars

The Horris was Dr. Quin, heavyweights gave me Lars

«So how do you spell it?

Yo, what’s the web-site?»

Is it really that hard?

Morris with an H alright?

And okay yo today see Im still experimenting

Venting and presenting never misrepresenting

And its not quite rap, not quite pop

Alien hip-hop Lars punk rock

If I make the big time i’ll still sit up in my room

My brain on the keyboard and i’ll try to resume

Such a great story that i’ll always behold

I’ll look back on this when i’m 80 years old

London, New York, UK tour, NY demo

Tickled as can be, when I tickle you like Elmo

So much to say, new sounds to try

Laptop, costumes, local buzz, and why?

Don’t ask me, buddy, but you’re bumpin' me now!

Amalgam for the future revolution like Mao

You’re right when I grab the mike, I do what I like

I sit with a pen by the full moon light

Euphonic epiphany like Keat’s lyre trope

I am it, iambic’s rap’s last hope

My Grandma says I have rhyme talent, and I love her

I flow lethal, Weapon?

Lyrical like Danny Glover

I flip your paradigm manhole cover

Mutant reptiles, surprised what you discover

But I still like Bob Dylan more than any MC

Most depress me, like Hepatitis B

Reverse them like Pi when they step to me

Nine five one four one point three

Straight outta Stockholm, laptop rap

American iconoclast, alien boom-bap

Cali’s my home, baby, West Coast boy

I get more love than Helen of Troy

Straight outta Stockholm, laptop rap

American iconoclast, alien boom-bap

I make rap fun, friendly, fresh and new

MC Lars in the place, yeah boy, I thought you knew!

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