MC Lars & ytcracker feat. MC Frontalot Oneonta (Eli Porter) Lyrics

Digital Gangster LP Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 We Have Arrived
  • 2 Birth of a Phish
  • 3 Original Digital Gangsters
  • 4 Carmen Sandiego Has Really Bad Morals
  • 5 Do the Bruce Campbell
  • 6 Oneonta (Eli Porter)
  • 7 911 AM (Rudy Giuliani)
  • 8 Nerdcore Players
  • 9 Guinevere
  • 10 Manifest Destiny
  • 11 MC Lars’s Facebook Friend Count > Your Facebook Friend Count
  • 12 Other People’s Property
  • 13 Kidney Stones for Easter
  • 14 Paul Is Dead
  • [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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