We Have Arrived - MC Lars, YTCracker, K.Flay

Aesias Finale: This song is for everyone who’s been stepped over

Looked past, ostracized, diminished, forgotten

This song is not for self-promotion, but a wake up

Call to all you fake-ass DJ’s rocking dusty beats

Attention: we have arrived

MC Lars:

Bob Dylan, the sixties are still going.

What?

Alright.

Technolo-G's.

That’s gangsters with computers

Guess who’s back with a postmodern rap

I pack so much flavor that I make your tongue snap

When I’m rappin' on the beat it’s crazy and it’s ill

And when I rock the mic, yo I’m Built to Spill

I’m Socratic — but it’s Greek to you

Like Plato’s Cave Allegory, well I’ll leave your view askew

I get metaphysical like Aristotle

And when I storm the stage, I do it full throttle

I’m a laptop hustler dealing shareware cracks

And if you mess with YT your Mac will get hacked

My rhymes are so def that they need a hearing aid

Ask Andy Warhol — Pop Art gets you paid

Like Thomas Aqunias, just call me your heinous

And yo, if you step my crew then you’re messing with the finest

Like Dante or Chaucer, I’ve got the sickest flows

1, 2, 1, 2 and away we go!

K. Flay:

Thirty dudes on my jock, I flow smooth like Country Crock

No shit Sherlock 'cause I’m top notch

Dominate a mic like it’s hopscotch

Hotter than a bottle full of hot sauce, I am on fuego

Take these haters down then I toast them like some Eggos

Man… what you know about me?

Five foot seven hella dope MC

Eat up the game like Jabba the Hutt

Got a big fat wang and a big ol' butt, what’s up?

Yeah I read mad books, talk to the boys and they all get shook

‘Cause I got cool style, born in the 80′s

Line full of dudes want to have my babies!

Yo, it’s going down like «Junior».

MC Lars, the Former Fat Boys and Bryce are

going to birth some children with my DNA

It’s not even a game.

I have so many X chromosomes it’s going to blow your mind!

YTCracker:

Emanating from the speakerbox

Other emcees they be kicking rocks I got bigger chops

I’m been doing this 10 years finally on the map

Got a Mac in my backpack and i still hack

But I keep it on the low cuz i dont want to go to jail

Epic fail on a triple beam scale

Cuz my lyrics like drugs and i write so well

I’m still the dg to watch in 2k9

And im blowing they mind drip drop my hip hop

Like water torture ask mccain

Im that geek mc with the brains the braun

Sliced up like a taun taun just ask Luke

No fluke words hot like alphabet soup

Wheres my troops hit the loop and do it again

YT go fluid again go through it and win

Former Fat Boys:

I have arrived, peep the ride, '97 Nian scraped up side

You might go blind avert your eyes

It’s not what’s out but what’s inside

In my brain I know secrets, believe it

If you disable the sequence, I still got my

Grievance, my huge EPenis

Still self-destruct in your face like semen

Nerd core beat I’m about the get even

With jealous fellas, who try to beam into the scene with jacked beats

MC Chris dreaming, want to be mindless, cults claiming genius

Put a little Captain Crunch in your cereal port

That will shut your mouth so you can’t retort

‘Cause I’m classic, I’m a fantasy star

My McDonalds jams blams through the woofer your car

I’m so postmodern I’m MC Lars

Chicks love a little K. Dick in bars

They like it when you’re well versed, fully alive

That’s why you’ll never get here and we’ve arrived

That’s why you’ll never get here and we’ve arrived

We’ve arrived

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