MC Lars - Yes I Am An Alien lyrics
[MC Lars - Yes I Am An Alien lyrics]
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
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, I come from outer space
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
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
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, I come from outer space
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien
I'm going to rock this place
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-ij-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, as you can see
So where do I start, and where do I begin?
Yo, it's tough to be a funky fresh alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, I come from outer space
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien
I'm going to rock this place
I come from outer space
I'm going to rock this place
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
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, I come from outer space
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
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
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, I come from outer space
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien
I'm going to rock this place
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-ij-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, as you can see
So where do I start, and where do I begin?
Yo, it's tough to be a funky fresh alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, I come from outer space
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien
Yes I'm an alien
I'm going to rock this place
I come from outer space
I'm going to rock this place