| 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, laptop 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, laptop 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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| DJ: «But were you actually born in Stockholm Lars?»
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| Lars: «No, but my family on my Mom’s side is Swedish-American.»
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| DJ: «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, laptop 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, laptop 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) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Straight Outta Stockholm , by - MC Lars. Song from the album The Laptop EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп