| Listen, I’ll tell you that frontalot is incredible
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| Even recommended to rock the mic like instead of a Silence, you’d have me fronting into the amplifier
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| Point with the thumb, at which mc to admire
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| I got hi-res images of drum sounds that I loop
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| You get to listen to them and to me too
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| How fortunate y’all are to get to bask under my glow
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| The mc, humble conduit to nerdcore flow
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| Now it’s time for a little braggadocio
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| While I swing my arms like ralph macchio
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| I stand 77 feet tall, I got eight balls
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| And all’a’y’all are subject to my thrall
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| I act appalled when in receipt of less than the highest honor
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| Some day I’ll be both revered & passe like madonna
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| I’m all in effect, people tend to genuflect
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| When I enter rooms, 'cause all dopeness is subsumed
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| I spell the doom of the hip-hop subgenre you used to prefer
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| The geekish rhythm intersection
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| With the predilections that I’ve incurred
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| You say «word?» |
| With a surfeit of beats I’m unlikely to run out
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| Plus I’m so bright it’s like redundant to have the sun out
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| One out of each ten brags is hyperbolic
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| It’s all inconsequential, you’re just here to hear my tongue frolic
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| Pistachios ain’t that great, I thought I’d mention 'em
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| Distinctive from how awesome I am, my rhyme’s venturesome
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| Then the dumb luck of it all is I discover
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| Other rappers already braggin'
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| But front’s on sync, no lagging!
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| Keep slang in files that recombinate to add weight to fat tracks
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| I overlaid this very vocal via gums that flap
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| I sap clock cycles from the sucker mcs as they struggle to parse
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| And yet this front’s no farce!
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| Some awesome massive aspiration stations self in my head:
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| To be the dopest innovation since the slicing of bread
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| Instead of simply relying on my insistence to prove
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| That every twist of my tongue is another radical move. |