We Have Arrived

Lyrics by MC Lars, YTCracker, K.Flay and the Former Fat Boys Music by Aesias Finale 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 Hi