Ultraklystron - Opensource Lyricist All tracks written, performed, mixed, recorded and produced by Karl Olson. Copyright 2005-2007.
The vaguely anticipated follow up to the relatively successful nerdcore LPs (in terms of Karl Olson's prior success,) Revision 4920 and Romance Language. Clocking in at about 80 minutes of original, new material and $14 including shipping and handling, Opensource Lyricist continues the tradition layed down in 4920 of confusing any and all listeners. Lyrically, the new LP not only stays true to the otaku-oriented roots of the first LP (earn it,) but expands into new territory, such as storytelling pieces about the life of a gachapon (coin figure,) talking with a producer at an anime con (priceless,) gnu public licencing (opensource lyricist) and even protest songs (so long kids.) Critical Praise for Opensource Lyricist: "I could probably sit down and come up with piles of accolades to pile up for each track, but honestly if you have heard any of the previous albums you should stop reading right now and go to his site and pick this one up." - Pure Defect "Do I recommend the CD? Highly." - Ben Boemer, Gaijin Side. "A devasting nerdcore masterpiece." - Jevon, Hi-Sci-Fi. "It's f***ing good!" - Garrett, Mega 64 Podcast Episode 66. Buy it now at the karlrolson.com merch store.
Songs: opensource lyricist - lyrics earn it - lyrics so long kids - lyrics eighty three - lyrics internet - lyrics decisions - lyrics PAeXpo - lyrics mahou shonen theme - lyrics mc urban planner - lyrics void function - lyrics priceless - lyrics fashionable - lyrics hit reply - lyrics hikikomori - lyrics script kiddie blues - lyrics full disclosure - lyrics coin figure - lyrics cuteness - lyrics it's the beat - lyrics five to nine - lyrics View Cover Art back to KarlROlson.com Copyright 2005-2007 Karl Olson	MC Urban Planner by Karl Olson intro. From your local Taqueria Harujuku to South Korea Mos Burger or Lotteria I'm droppin onemotepedias Reprasent for Pyocola Analogue One of her Medic Dogs I'm not your demogogue Nor a Spacely Sprocket or a Coswell Cog I'm the next rebirth of Clow Reed And I've got no greed I just must suceeed Hyperkinetic beyond all needs So I'll go crazy on the microphone Got nothing to lose Like McCauley Culkin in Home Alone or Maybe Tom Cruise ch. These MCs front like they're the Greatest But they are not players I shouldn't need to explain this They are just CS Majors I fall into the same camp Just in a different manner But atleast my name is not MC Urban Planner. x2 v1. The rap scene of the nerd is littered with diversity So Wired's focus on one segment is kinda cursin me To continue to strive in the land of obscurity Ah well I'll just use the time to graduate from university Meanwhile I'll hone the style and dexterity of my flow Cipherin bout Kimiko and Piro out of MegaTokyo Getting respect from Penny Arcade yeah namely Tycho Then grow a beard to be feared like the crew from Etro You Know that I could be your substitute mc chris I worked on Sealab too - cept all I did was dis On Episode S B 0 0 thirty three On the Sealab Season Three Hatred Commentary So I'm known nationally reknown as a critical geek And even MC Chris knows that I'm a cosplay freak Put on the raver pants and gloves at the apex peak Become the mahou shonen protector of the meek (ch.) v2. So called hardcore mc's give me nothing but flack Cause don't drink/don't smoke let alone hit crack Not even other nerdcore artists seem to have my back But a need for intoxication is something that I lack Now I'm not trying to sound like I'm Nancy Reagan Nor intellectual like Steven Hawking or Carl Segan This ain't a call out - I'm not pleadin or beggin Just trying to explain why I'm not self bakin Now part of it is faith and part of it's allergies But one part is greater and it is most importantly That I already redefine the words very scatterbrained Not at all flattering - but atleast I'm still kinda sane Atleast I can spit and rock navi like my name is Lain And I've got the luck of fifty thousand folded paper cranes Music up in Pringles Ads like I'm house of pain With the verbal anesthetic - lyrical novacane (ch.) v3. At one point I didn't think that I would complete this album Cause my work was nearly turned to dust and talcum My hard drive almost died - so my machine wouldn't start It killed my heart - It was like I took a shot in the dark This situation was dire - leaving me so infuriated It was like album suddenly got hurnieated Push came to shove it could've been recreated But it pained me to see my work so soon negated That's not to say I didn't back up my system But the situation made me feel like I was a victim I felt like issuing Maxtor a brutal dictum I felt if they were on my IRC channel I would've kicked 'em Well I recovered - even wrote lyrics while I reinstalled Dreamt of what I'd produce like Kanye West or Prince Paul Prayed I'd I never ever ever have to do this again Wrote about in my emo blog for all of my friends. (intro) (ch.)x2