MC LARS HORRIS - Yes I Am An Alien lyrics

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Bam! I’ll explode, just like I were a bomb

flying over Vietnam high with my Uncle Tom.

Or sitting in a cabin having a sip of tea,

while a parrot sings a song in the minor key of C,

to inspire me, so we will see,

this neurotic harmony that develops sonically.

I’ll be writing my plan out with a needle,

I’ll make you twist and shout and think I was Beatle.

Like Lennon or Stalin in a car that won’t start,

if your Volvo is stallin’ then you need to learn the art

of mechanics. Don’t panic, even though I’m galvanic!

I’m the only non-Hispanic on the Mexican Titanic.

My loops go round and round, just like a carousel,

coming out my BR-8, like I was William Tell.

If you haven’t heard my name, I hope it rings a bell,

because I’m the only guy

who knows what happened at Roswell.

[CHORUS]

Yes I’m an alien, I come from outer space.

Yes I’m an alien, I’m going to rock this place.

Some people say I’m not funny, I say okay,

I can’t sell records here, I’m huge in the UK.

British people tell me to keep rocking on,

you might have heard me down in London

rocking heads with this song.

I was sad when I found out about Santa Claus,

so I made like Tim Allen and broke some local laws.

I moved way up north and grew a beard,

now relatives and friends think I’m kind of weird.

But did you think I was heretic when I danced in that church

like an unemployed crustacean chewing on a birch?

I’m addicted to shark meat and books by Mark Twain

and eating Novocain shipped from the Ukraine.

My name’s not Matthew, but thanks for asking!

I live in California, because I’m not Alaskan.

But that’s okay, what can I say?

My real home is actually light years away.

[REPEAT CHORUS]

You want poetry? Go read Robert Frost,

the simile in hip-hop is essentially lost,

like a tearful pallbearer carrying a body,

or a giant pink Care Bare acting snotty.

Where can it go? I just don’t know,

but check out this funky alphabet flow:

it’s like A-B-C-D-E-F-G-

H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P, and ICP on LSD

or ABC or MTV or the new PC

you got for free from

Circuit City in Albuquerque.

I be the VIP MC on this CD,

the name’s MC Lars Horris, as you can see.

So where do I start, and where do I begin?

Yo, it’s tough to be a funky fresh alien.

[REPEAT CHORUS]