Mc Lars - We Have Arrived lyrics

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Aesias Finale: This song is for everyone who's been stepped overlooked past, ostracized, diminished, forgottenThis song is not for self-promotion, but a wake upcall to all you fake-ass DJ's rocking dusty beatsAttention: we have arrived.MC Lars:Bob Dylan, the sixties are still goingWhat? Alright. Technolo-G's. That's gangsters with computersGuess who's back with a postmodern rapI pack so much flavor that I make your tongue snapWhen I'm rappin' on the beat it's crazy and it's illAnd when I rock the mic, yo I'm Built to SpillI'm Socratic but it's Greek to youLike Plato's Cave Allegory, well I'll leave your view askewI get metaphysical like AristotleAnd when I storm the stage, I do it full throttleI'm a laptop hustler dealing shareware cracksAnd if you mess with YT your Mac will get hackedMy rhymes are so def that they need a hearing aidAsk Andy Warhol Pop Art gets you paidLike Thomas Aqunias, just call me your heinousAnd yo, if you step my crew then you're messing with the finestLike Dante or Chaucer, I've got the sickest flows1, 2, 1, 2 and away we go!K.Flay:Thirty dudes on my jock, I flow smooth like Country CrockNo shit Sherlock 'cause I'm top notchDominate a mic like it's hopscotchHotter than a bottle full of hot sauce, I am on fuegoTake these haters down then I toast them like some EggosMan what you know about me? Five foot seven hella dope MCEat up the game like Jabba the HuttGot a big fat wang and a big ol' butt, what's up?Yeah I read mad books, talk to the boys and they all get shook'Cause I got cool style, born in the 80?sLine full of dudes want to have my babies!Yo, it's going down like "Junior"MC Lars, the Former Fat Boys and Bryce are going to birth some childrenIt's not even a game. I have so many X chromosomes it's going to blow your mind!YTCracker:emanating from the speakerboxother mcs they be kicking rocks I got bigger chopsim been doing this 10 years finally on the mapgot a mac in my backpack and I still hackbut I keep it on the low cuz I dont want to go to jailepic fail on a triple beam scalecuz my lyrics like drugs and I write so wellim still the dg to watch in 2k9and im blowing they mind drip drop my hip hoplike water torture ask mccainim that geek mc with the brains the braunsliced up like a taun taun just ask lukeno fluke words hot like alphabet soupwheres my troops hit the loop and do it againyt go fluid again go through it and winFormer Fat Boys:I have arrived, peep the ride, '97 Nian scraped up sideYou might go blind avert your eyesIt's not what's out but what's insideIn my brain I know secrets, believe itIf you disable the sequence, I still got myGrievance, my huge EPenisStill self-destruct in your face like semenNerd core beat I'm about the get evenWith jealous fellas, who try to beam into the scene with jacked beatsMC Chris dreaming, want to be mindless, cults claiming geniusPut a little Captain Crunch in your cereal portThat will shut your mouth so you can't retort'Cause I'm classic, I'm a fantasy starMy McDonalds jams blams through the woofer your carI'm so postmodern I'm MC LarsChicks love a little K. Dick in barsThey like it when you're well versed, fully aliveThat's why you'll never get here and we've arrivedThat's why you'll never get here and we've arrivedWe've arrivedhi