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, a typical American.
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Third generation Swedish, second gen. Aussie.
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Am I street enough for this? Sometimes im 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, EPs, 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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"Uuh...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 web-site?"
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Is it really that hard? Morris with an H alright?
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And okay yo today see Im still experimenting,
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Venting and presenting never misrepresenting.
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And its 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.
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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! (repeat chourus)
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Straight Outta Stockholm
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MC Lars Horris |