MC Frontalot Nerdcore Rising LyricsArtist: MC Frontalot
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Album: Track 6 on Nerdcore Rising
[Front] nerdcore used to be just a made-up word (what occurred?) MCs shied away from belief; rest assured: they sleep hard no longer. We deliver the hits that give the kids with the spectacles spectacular fits! I seen one nerd foam at the mouth in his glee It was me, in the mirror, rhyming, brushing my teeth. And now the heezy we's off don't babble 300 baud. I get no error while compiling my rhyme. the slipshod rap stylings of the hip kids continue to vex; they get sex, money, power, but their jams are like flecks of sea foam against the great reef of my boredom. I seen ‘em trying to act cool; ignored ‘em. scored some geeked out beats and a mic. some jugglers I kick it with don't even know I rap -- it's alright. for soon the whole nerdcore will congregate in culmination of the monkey going acaudate. the nerdcore could rise up, it could get elevated oh and wouldn't all of those tough rappers hate it if the nerdcore rose up and got elevated? we consider the possibleness of this not overstated. [Jesse Dangero
usly] We put our styles in the blender and the tape on our spectacles We compile the assembler; we'd each make a respectable Egon Spengler; your despicable, heckling, snide remarks make it all the more delectable to mark a Jeckyl & Hyde departure from the Larger norm or previous status quo, the clever dicks like us apply the baddest flow to limericks, and that is no mere Rhetoric. We don't just wreck shop, we mop the shop floor With rappers who romanticize their third eyes when we've got four Each, and we exceed your reach, we're world wide Webslingers with the combined military might of the Girl Guides Dead ringers for the lone gunmen, or maybe Jonathan, Andrew and Warren from Season Six of BtVS, we're geniuses and we're devious We're seen as fresh on the BBS where we write graf in ascii files With nasty styles and blinking blocks, this ain't your father's Lincoln Logs! The Frontalot ownz j00, and Stephen Hawking r0x0rs We're not even talking solely to cats with argyle in their sock drawers Our styles g
ot the top score spot, yours did not, sorry! Stick to the shockwave games, lickin' shots at the top Forty! I made my own Doom .wads, dickwad, My own sprites and .mus files, I stayed home nights... [MC Hawking] Nerd: when you say it you best say it with awe cause I'm the type of nerd that will bust your jaw. A nerdcore player, I've paid my dues, got lowered suspension and chromed out shoes. Hear ye hear ye, in case you ain't heard, 20-aught-5 be the year of the nerd. Nerdcore's gonna be crazy large, and we the N.I.C. bitch, the Nerds In Charge. We bust more rhymes than Theodor Geisel did, got more game than a 2600. For punk MCs who playa-hate, we got one word: EXTERMINATE! Just a matter of time before we're household names, so you best suck up now before fortune and fame, put our asses out of reach of your quivering lips, as we ride to the top on a nerdcore tip. [Front] and I know that possibleness is not a cromulent word; every syllable injected is intended to be the one you heard (an absurd juxtaposition
of mission and goal). frontalot: about to roll his diploma up tight and smoke it. nerdcore's about to sit there unless you poke it. you wanna prod it? see if it'll kick? while the smart kids calculate the hip-hop shit? got a vast network of subversives & criminals who sit in front the screens, all heedless of ridicule. these days the complexion cleared up but the rhyming remains. still ain't nobody knows my name and I think the same thought with great regularity: that I'm the best MC that I can bear to be and I'm scared to be either doper or dorkier. bound for the high road even if it looks forkier...
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