[Aesias Finale:] This song is for everyone who's been stepped over,
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looked past, ostracized, diminished, forgotten.
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This song is not for self-promotion, but a wake up call to
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all you fake-ass DJ's rocking dusty beats. Attention: we have arrived.
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[MC Lars:]
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Bob Dylan, the sixties are still going. What? Alright. Technolo-G's.
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That's gangsters with computers.
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Guess who's back with a postmodern rap
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I pack so much flavor that I make your tongue snap
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When I'm rappin' on the beat it's crazy and it's ill
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And when I rock the mic, yo I'm Built to Spill
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I'm Socratic - but it's Greek to you
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Like Plato's Cave Allegory, well I'll leave your view askew
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I get metaphysical like Aristotle
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And when I storm the stage, I do it full throttle
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I'm a laptop hustler dealing shareware cracks
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And if you mess with YT your Mac will get hacked
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My rhymes are so def that they need a hearing aid
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Ask Andy Warhol - Pop Art gets you paid
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Like Thomas Aqunias, just call me your heinous
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And yo, if you step my crew then you're messing with the finest
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Like Dante or Chaucer, I've got the sickest flows
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1, 2, 1, 2 and away we go!
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[K. Flay:]
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Thirty dudes on my jock, I flow smooth like Country Crock
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No shit Sherlock 'cause I'm top notch
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Dominate a mic like it's hopscotch
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Hotter than a bottle full of hot sauce, I am on fuego
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Take these haters down then I toast them like some Eggos
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Man... what you know about me? Five foot seven hella dope MC
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Eat up the game like Jabba the Hutt
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Got a big fat wang and a big ol' butt, what's up?
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Yeah I read mad books, talk to the boys and they all get shook
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'Cause I got cool style, born in the 80's
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Line full of dudes want to have my babies!
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Yo, it's going down like "Junior". MC Lars, the Former Fat Boys and Bryce are
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going to birth some children.
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It's not even a game.
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I have so many X chromosomes it's going to blow your mind!
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[YTCracker:]
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emanating from the speakerbox
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Other mcs they be kicking rocks I got bigger chops
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I'm been doing this 10 years finally on the map
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Got a mac in my backpack and I still hack
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But I keep it on the low cuz I don't want to go to jail
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Epic fail on a triple beam scale
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Cuz my lyrics like drugs and i write so well
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I'm still the dg to watch in 2k9
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And I'm blowing they mind drip drop my hip hop
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Like water torture ask McCain
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I'm that geek mc with the brains the braun
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Sliced up like a taun taun just ask Luke
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No fluke words hot like alphabet soup
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Where's my troops hit the loop and do it again
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YT go fluid again go through it and win
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[Former Fat Boys:]
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I have arrived, peep the ride, '97 Nian scraped up side
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You might go blind avert your eyes
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It's not what's out but what's inside
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In my brain I know secrets, believe it
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If you disable the sequence, I still got my
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Grievance, my huge EPenis
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Still self-destruct in your face like semen
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Nerd core beat I'm about the get even
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With jealous fellas, who try to beam into the scene with jacked beats
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MC Chris dreaming, want to be mindless, cults claiming genius
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Put a little Captain Crunch in your cereal port
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That will shut your mouth so you can't retort
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'Cause I'm classic, I'm a fantasy star
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My McDonalds jams blams through the woofer your car
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I'm so postmodern I'm MC Lars
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Chicks love a little K. Dick in bars
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They like it when you're well versed, fully alive
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That's why you'll never get here and we've arrived
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That's why you'll never get here and we've arrived
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We've arrived... hi.
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We Have Arrived
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MC Lars Horris |