The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Prelude:
And the best thing about what you see here, is that everything works with everything else.
In other words, it's a system. With a system it's no big deal to use. Look. With any
computer you have to learn a few new things. See, it's testing itself.
[Chorus]
MC Chris ownz
I wanna go to an MC Chris show
but he dosen't tour so in the meantime
I'm gonna memorize all of his lines
[Repeat 1x]
I spell word with a three, name's MC
Other rappers flow weak like window unit A/Cs
Latinas on my penis, Japanese on they knees
I love all the ladies as long as they 18
I got bling up the ying, a plethora of Porsches
I'll say anything cause my mouth is remorseless
Even the Source says my hip hop's a vortex,
Leave horse heads on door steps, my mic checks cost Corvettes
The strobe light explodes white as I step on the floor
The bar keep knows the code so he throws me a Stroh's
Weak MCs decompose, 'cause they know I can flow
Like Wessel comma Zam through Corruscant corridors
Humidor filled with Stoges, filled with 'dro
Like 90210 it's filled with the word "bro"
Fuck the lexicon of octagons, I'm all about go
These amateurs got catheters I'm all about prose by pros
[Chorus]
I'm lit like a Branch Davidian
I'm what's left of the lithium in Cobain's cranium
I fill Whimbley Stadium
I'm once-bitten, twice-shy call it pyromania
When I roll up in Kashykk, I roll three Jedis deep
The fleet of peeps that I creep all got vests underneath
There's no need to beleive, in the heat that I keep
The squares that I [bleep], or the heiresses I freak
It's embarrassing to me, I'm like kerosene it seems
Or D-R-E-W-B with incendiary schemes,
Blowin' up makin' cream, I am just like Howard Dean
When I scream I get red, I get mean
Can't believe you be buyin' what I be shuckin' and jivin'
Fuck it if I am the next big thing with promotional tie-ins
I am just a cartoon-making rapper, you think that I'm lying
Everyone bust a move like it is a rave in Zion
My self-aggrandizing and deprecation keeps 'em guessing
Call me venus fly trap 'cause my DJ's Howard Hessman
Word 'em up yo, word 'em up yo
I just let the rap game out of a choke hold.
[Chorus]
And the best thing about what you see here, is that everything works with everything else.
In other words, it's a system. With a system it's no big deal to use. Look. With any
computer you have to learn a few new things. See, it's testing itself.
[Chorus]
MC Chris ownz
I wanna go to an MC Chris show
but he dosen't tour so in the meantime
I'm gonna memorize all of his lines
[Repeat 1x]
I spell word with a three, name's MC
Other rappers flow weak like window unit A/Cs
Latinas on my penis, Japanese on they knees
I love all the ladies as long as they 18
I got bling up the ying, a plethora of Porsches
I'll say anything cause my mouth is remorseless
Even the Source says my hip hop's a vortex,
Leave horse heads on door steps, my mic checks cost Corvettes
The strobe light explodes white as I step on the floor
The bar keep knows the code so he throws me a Stroh's
Weak MCs decompose, 'cause they know I can flow
Like Wessel comma Zam through Corruscant corridors
Humidor filled with Stoges, filled with 'dro
Like 90210 it's filled with the word "bro"
Fuck the lexicon of octagons, I'm all about go
These amateurs got catheters I'm all about prose by pros
[Chorus]
I'm lit like a Branch Davidian
I'm what's left of the lithium in Cobain's cranium
I fill Whimbley Stadium
I'm once-bitten, twice-shy call it pyromania
When I roll up in Kashykk, I roll three Jedis deep
The fleet of peeps that I creep all got vests underneath
There's no need to beleive, in the heat that I keep
The squares that I [bleep], or the heiresses I freak
It's embarrassing to me, I'm like kerosene it seems
Or D-R-E-W-B with incendiary schemes,
Blowin' up makin' cream, I am just like Howard Dean
When I scream I get red, I get mean
Can't believe you be buyin' what I be shuckin' and jivin'
Fuck it if I am the next big thing with promotional tie-ins
I am just a cartoon-making rapper, you think that I'm lying
Everyone bust a move like it is a rave in Zion
My self-aggrandizing and deprecation keeps 'em guessing
Call me venus fly trap 'cause my DJ's Howard Hessman
Word 'em up yo, word 'em up yo
I just let the rap game out of a choke hold.
[Chorus]
Lyrics submitted by tsigo
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Here is my version of the song. I believe it be about 99% accurate:
[Intro]
And the best thing about what you see here, is that everything works with everything else. In other words, it's a system. With a system it's no big deal to use. Look, with any computer you have to learn a few new things. See, it's testing itself.. testing itself...
[Chorus]
mc chris ownz I wanna go to an mc chris show but he doesn't tour, so in the meantime I'm gonna memorize all of his ryhmes... his ryhmes... his ryhmes...
[Verse 1]
I spell word with the three names MC Other rappers flow weak like window unit A/C's Latinas on my penis, Japanese on they knees I love all the ladies as long as they 18 I got bling up the ying A plethora of Porsches I'll say anything cause my mouth is remorseless Even the Source says my hip hop's a vortex, Leave horse heads on door steps, my mic checks cost Corvettes The strobe light explodes white As I step on the floor The bar-keep knows the code so he throws me a Stroh's Weak MCs decompose, cause they know I can flow Like Wessel comma Zam Through Corruscant corridors Humidor filled with Stoges, filled with 'dro Like 90210 is filled with the word "bro" Fuck the lexicon of octagons, I'm all about go These amateurs got catheters I'm all about prose by pros
[Chorus]
mc chris ownz I wanna go to an mc chris show but he doesn't tour so in the meantime I'm gonna memorize all of his ryhmes... his ryhmes... his ryhmes...
[Verse 2]
I'm lit like a Branch Davidian I'm what's left of the lithium in Kobain's cranium I fill Whimbley Stadium I'm once-bitten, twice-shy, call it pyromania When I roll up in Kashykkk, I roll three Jedi's deep The fleet of peeps that I creep all got vests underneath There's no need to believe, in the heat that I keep the swears that I bleep, or the heiresses I freak It's embarrasing to me, I'm like kerosene it seems D-R-E-W-B with incendiary schemes, blowin up makin' creme I am just like Howard Dean; when I scream I get red - I get mean Can't believe you be buyin' what I be shuckin' and jivin' Fuck it if I am the next big thing with promotional tie-ins I am just a cartoon makin' rapper, you think that I'm lying? Everybody bust a move like it is that rave in Zion My self-aggrandizing, and deprecation keeps 'em guessing Call me venus fly trap 'cause my DJ's Howard Hefner Word 'em up yo, word 'em up yo I just let the rap game out of a choke hold
[Chorus]
mc chris ownz I wanna go to an mc chris show but he doesn't tour so in the meantime I'm gonna memorize all of his ryhmes... his ryhmes... his ryhmes...