מילים לשיר Straight Outta Stockholm – MC Lars

Check this C major! Survived Loma Prieta, Mad Cow, and SARS.
I hit you with these flows like your name was Nancy Kerrigan
Comin' straight outta Stockholm, a fun boy named Lars,
Here and back and there again, atypical American.
Third generation Swedish, second gen. Aussie,
See it used to be punk rock for about four years,
Am I street enough for this? Sometimes I'm "Paranoid" like Ozzy.
I played lead guitar, we dissed Britney Spears,
Amphoteric the name, Central Cali band,
Local shows, tJust chilling with the crew slamming power chords,
I was born to rock heads and fill them too,
But did the world really need another Blink 182?
Stuck on this Earth like glue since 1982,
They wanted more guitars but I got bored.
Cooked up my own post
CHORUS
Straight outta Stockholm, lapAmerican iconoclast, alien boomCali's my home, baby, West Coast boy,
I get more love than Helen of Troy. Straight outta Stockholm, lapAmerican iconoclast, alien boomI make rap fun, friendly, fresh and new
MC Lars in the place, yeah boy, I thought you knew! No, but my family on my Mom's side is Swedish"But. were you actually born in Stockholm, Lars?" "Uh. okay."
Comin' straight outta prep school, on the mike at assembly,
Class clown, straight A's, running KSPB.
Pebble Beach, sheltered high school, like a nun on Mars
The Horris was Dr. Quin, Heavyweights gave me Lars.
"So how do you spell it? Yo, what's the website?"
And okay yo today see I'm still experimenting,
Is it really that hard? "Morris" with an H Venting & presenting never misrepresenting.
And it's not quite rap, not quite pop,
Alien hipIf I make the big time I'll still sit up in my room,
My brain on the keyboard and I'll try to resume,
Such a great story that I'll always behold,
I'll look back on this when I'm 80 years old.
London, New York, UK tour, NY demo,
Tickled as can be, when I tickle you like Elmo.
So much to say, new sounds to try,
Laptop, costumes, local buzz, and why?
Amalgam for the future revolution like Mao.
You're right when I grab the mike, I do what I like,
Don't ask me, buddy, but you're bumpin' me now!
I sit with a pen by the full moon light.
I am it, iambic's rap's last hope.
Euphonic epiphany like Keat's lyre trope,
My Grandma says I have rhyme talent, and I love her.
I flow lethal, Weapon? Lyrical like Danny Glover.
I flip your paradigm manhole cover,
Mutant reptiles, surprised what you discover.
But I still like Bob Dylan more than any MC.
Most depress me, like Hepatitis B.
Reverse them like Pi when they step to me
Nine five one four one point three.