Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Message No. 419, artist - MC Frontalot. Album song Nerdcore Rising, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Level Up Records & Tapes
Song language: English
Message No. 419 |
Was just like a scene in an intrigue film |
And I’m still not convinced that it wasn’t for real |
Got a message number 4 1 9 |
Got a message number 4, 1, 9 |
Got a message number 4 1 9 |
This lucky day’s mine all mine |
This isn’t intended for me, I don’t think |
It’s a missive from the edge of despair, I mean brink |
Of total desperation; |
the communication therein |
Says her hopes for survival are slim |
And she’s writing to the Front, though we’ve yet to meet |
With a confidential matter ‘cause she’s heard I’m discreet |
And the urgency of her request for my aid |
Is matched by the depth of the trust she displayed |
«Don't betray me like our oil minister did (staged a coup) |
And I’m about to flee Nigeria soon |
But I’ll never make it out,» she says, with twenty million |
Three hundred twenty thousand US dollars that are still in |
Her possession. |
She embezzled them, I guess |
Look, I don’t really know her so uh… that’s none of my business |
She’s the LADY MARYAM ABACHA, deposed |
These days, can’t even get her caps-lock key unfroze |
But yo, something about a widow in distress |
With 20 million dollars hidden in a metal chest |
Softened up the Frontalot’s heart, no doubt |
So I hit the reply button, tell her I can help her out |
Got a message number 4 1 9 |
Got a message number 4, 1, 9 |
Got a message number 4 1 9 |
This lucky day’s mine all mine |
She writes me back: DEAR FRONTALOT, UNITED STATES… |
She acts so thankful. |
A bank full of money awaits! |
And I hate delays so I’m quick to turn around |
With my full name and the number to my checking account |
And the scan of my license to drive an automobile |
And my passport number, proving Frontalot’s for real! |
Then I’ll meet the money in Stockholm. |
Ain’t gonna walk home |
Think I’ll retire to the south of Spain and sip gazpacho |
Not so quick, there’s a little problem: |
LADY A apparently had difficulty running all them |
Numbers I give her. |
But look, the fake ID’s my only one |
And that’s a real passport — I got it off usenet and checked |
I’m not dumb. |
I’m not some idiot |
Who’s about to lose your money for you quicker than I’m getting it |
And of course my bank balance is negative; |
whose isn’t? |
That’s why I need your 20% money laundering commission |
And I’m wishing I could talk about this further with you but I can’t |
I just got an email from DR. |
UBUGU of Chad |
He’s got a hundred and seventy-seven million in a bag |
Feel I got to help him ‘cause his story is so sad |
Got a message number 4 1 9 |
Got a message number 4, 1, 9 |
Got a message number 4 1 9 |
This lucky day’s mine all mine |
Was just like a scene in an intrigue film |
And I’m still not convinced that it wasn’t for real |