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Intro: various dialogue intersperesed from: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKKxPtP6XjQ Lars: I'm sitting by myself in Oneonta, New York Typing rhymes on my MacBook, getting to work I put my headphones on and I hide behind the screen Because the world is mercurial and the world is mean Sick of all these boring people so I'm In the fast lane writing rhyme after rhyme I hide inside the gigs of the music and the data shot callin', Myspace, ballin', peace world I'll see you later YTCracker: I'm sitting by myself in the springs, colorado well, not alone, with my shadow, i battle thoughts from the cattle so i dig in my saddle deflect the mess with my atari paddle control the flow, these bits is second nature paper what i make by pushin' data thank the maker blow out like a circuit breaker check my facebook man, ill see you later Lars: I'm sitting by myself in Oneonta, New York Typing rhymes on my MacBook, getting to work I put my headphones on and get lost in the web I never liked reality, I'll stay in mine instead I'm over all the boring, dejected, bitter people Who run to their dealers, their troughs, and their steeples I reign supreme in my rhythmic paradise I kill that demon with my lyrics and it feels very nice YTCracker: hip-hop integration the igeneration went tech i hit the streets from the net now this net vet get props and respect 'Cause i knew what i was doing in the 80s, bet the computer saved hip-hop made hip-hop played hip-hop so i return the favor tell 'em how computers are their savior like hip-hop gave us this gift the greatest Lars: I studied hip-hop 'cause I had to, I had no choice I needed an identity I needed a voice So I found my salvation in the Run-DMC The KRS, Nas, and Public Enemy You can take rapper out the British punk show But you can't take the punk show out the rapper yo So I'm DIY, till I die, this is why, when I try, (remove comma) You'll probably see my smiling when you see me flying straight on by YTCracker: I'm sitting by myself in that san francisco well not alone 'cause I'm 'bout to spit flows with my friend lars that i met cuz of music and if i wasnt rapping then I'd feel abused kid since i found music I've never had solitude it will never beat on me or call me names it will never cheat on me or play those games it will always be loyal and never change kick it with the rondos spitting in the studio blocking out the world when I'm feeling kinda moody yo getting into paradise, I'm the nerdy coolio 'Cause i got a gift and i feel it is my duty yo got the fame now came up from dumb luck and they all know I'm the ish like 2girls1cup they all know that I'm styling on the interweb and they all pressing repeat just to hear what i said Lars: I'm the best man, I did it. YTCracker: and they all pressing repeat just to hear what i said Lars: I'm the best man, I did it. YTCracker: and they all pressing repeat just to hear what i said Frontalot: Now I'm sitting alone, not a stone's throw from the bone show that I don't seek to star in, already went too far in that direction: a goodly chunk of lifespan spent Rapped for half of it, hadn't had an epiphany yet If I do, its onset's getting attributed to this, though... sitting by myself in san luis obispo trying to thumb a ride to the castle keep where the rich man dwelled with his cash piled steep where his crimes wouldn't leap from obscurity to prominence Pen a rhyme while I hitchhike, the beat's ominous (Why frontalot maybe don't get picked up: up in the middle of a lyric, you don't want to interrupt as you fly past.) Isn't it hologram? digital? Cars and trucks are simulated by the quizzical GPU who wonders why the threads would intermingle: the roadside and the rhyming, the b-side and the single |
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