Bam! Ill 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.
Ill be writing my plan out with a needle,
Ill make you twist and shout and think I was Beatle.
Like Lennon or Stalin in a car that wont start,
if your Volvo is stallin then you need to learn the art
of mechanics. Dont panic, even though Im galvanic!
Im 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 havent heard my name, I hope it rings a bell,
because Im the only guy
who knows what happened at Roswell.
Yes Im an alien, I come from outer space.
Yes Im an alien, Im going to rock this place.
Some people say Im not funny, I say okay,
I cant sell records here, Im 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 Im kind of weird.
But did you think I was heretic when I danced in that
like an unemployed crustacean chewing on a birch?
Im addicted to shark meat and books by Mark Twain
and eating Novocain shipped from the Ukraine.
My names not Matthew, but thanks for asking!
I live in California, because Im not Alaskan.
But thats okay, what can I say?
My real home is actually light years away.
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 dont know,
but check out this funky alphabet flow:
its 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 names MC Lars Horris, as you can see.
So where do I start, and where do I begin?
Yo, its tough to be a funky fresh alien.
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