Yo, it's MC Lars

You're listening to the hottest mixtape ever dropped in the history of rap music

You can tell it's a mixtape, because of the ridiculous echo effect on my voice

We got some of the hottest MCs in the game, together for the first time

KRS-One, Sage Francis, Weerd Science, my dad, MC Bob Nielsen

This is Indie Rocket Science, Horris Records baby, we're doing it big



Andy Kaufman told me anti-humor was the way to go

So I told a meta-joke in the middle of my flow

Bill Hicks left a message on my voicemail

He said, "comedy is truth in a jester's veil"

My dog got cancer so we put her to sleep (what?!)

But when I rock the mic, I don't put you to sleep (oh!)

It's that California white boy coming through with tricks

Dominate the blogosphere, always dropping hits

With that indie rocket science, the flyest we never quit

The tightest we always get it, excited cause when I spit

It's so sick, kids wish they could rock it like this

Now I'm dropping hot fire on that mixtape tip

And Ian MacKaye liked my last CD

Cause I sampled Fugazi and he cleared it for free

That was Zen, this is Tao, call the Dharma Police

You see me up in the Sierras in a Weird Al shirt and fleece



It takes wisdom and ethics and mental discipline

Life's an epic journey, I'm in it for the win

So I'm making every 808 shake vibrate the speaker frame

Mix it up like lemonade, Minute Maid, not Gatorade

I'm getting aid, I'm getting As, so haters best get out the way

Like Claude Money I'm here to stay, okay all day with no delay

Amphibious, religious, got to get with this philosophy

My head is in the clouds and I'm loving the cacophony

I ask if there's a god, maybe there's no stopping me

Showing up mad early for the full frontal lobotomy

There's a riot outside, it's the deconstructionists

They say they want rap back because they invented it

On the mic I get feral, like Dimebag Darrell, Deangelo Vickers

I might incite peril, MC Lars dropping bars, going far, so clever

Eight years deeps and I'm only getting better