MC Lars

MC Lars - 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]
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Language: English

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