nerd

Flow Like Somebody In Rack City That I Used To Know (wait what's MC Lars vs Tyga vs Gotye Mashup)

RED FUTURE

ONE OF THE BEST (feat. Lakeeysha Marie)

Checkers

Triple X Years In The Game

By The Throat

Spin Cycle

Man vs. Ape

The Many Faces of Oliver Hart or: How Eye One The Write Too Think

Weird Side

The Impossible Kid

Kirby

Selections from the first MC Frontalot album, Nerdcore Rising

MC Frontalot - Nerdcore Rising - Charity Case

Selections from Front's second album, Secrets From The Future!

MC Frontalot - Secrets From The Future - It Is Pitch Dark

MC Frontalot - Secrets From The Future - Origin Of Species

MC Frontalot - Secrets From The Future - Bizarro Genius Baby

MC Frontalot - Secrets From The Future - Secrets From The Future

LYRICS:

12 A.M. 
He's at that punch clock again 
It's been a long night 
“What a life” he says, stepping into that parking lot 
Walking across to where his car is parked 
The autumn chill leaving it’s mark with frost upon his windshield 
He starts his engine, sets his front and back defrost at 4- 
And begins to think, of course- 
That same thing that he thought last night and the night before that 
Like, what if he gets on the highway and 
Puts the pedal down on that floor mat and just goes, 
Yeah man, he just goes 

Yeahh, he could be on the west coast in a couple days 
With rubber on the road and a soul on the way to a new beginning 
Living, listening to the low rumble of the radials spinning 
But fear is real, and uncertainty is fear 
And here he is, a man with a plan and a career 
"Who knows, maybe next year" 
He hears himself say into the rear-view mirror 
As the windshield clears for the moon overhead 
He pulls out of that parking lot, taking a right, instead of a left- 
He's Headin’ home 
"Seize the day" they said 
He's Headin’ home 
He puts on the radio and about 15 minutes in, he begins to feel it 
The winding yellow serpents 
The moon, the stars, the auburn leaves fluttering passed- 
Making it seem as if he were traveling hyperspeed fast; 
Relaxed 
And with eyelids like boulders- 
He begins to fold into the droning of the old 5 cylinder motor 
But he's halfway home and this ain't his first rodeo, no sir 
He knows he’ll make it 
Just keep going 
Just keep going, man 

What a life 
What a life, man 

Twisted up 
Spun 
Bathing in bright lights 
What a life 
Yeah- what a life, man 

Hovering over the wreckage, 
With a bird's-eye view of an empty vessel 
He thinks back and he wonders, 
“Man, what would have happened if I had taken that left? 
Too late now I guess” 
“What a life” he says, 
turning his back and laughing at the irony of his current state- 
Based off a decision he'd made for the sake of being safe 
‘Cause when the array of lights that he may have made- 
Shaved the night and gave shape to a frayed landscape 
He died 

What a life

The Boiler Room

What a Life

LYRICS:

I'm takin' it back 
Back to the basics 
Takin' it back 
Back to the basics 
Takin' it back 
Takin' it back to the basics 
A beat and a rhyme 
For these MCs fakin' x4 

Hold it 
Huh? 
Hold it right there 
Nowadays MCs just don't care 
Talkin' all that bullshit, y'all could never pull this 
Flow similar to my golden hair 
Go nowhere 
So sincere 
Grab the microphone, make you show them tears 
Rip it to the rhythm with a bit of competitive nature 
Nate gonna make it oh so clear 
On stage rappin' with your whack-ass crab walk 
Thinkin' you're slick 'cause you can kick a little fast talk? 
I can too, bitch 
Run through crews, bitch 
Whatcha gonna do 
Who ya' gonna run to, bitch? 
It's true most rappers suck 
Word to Slug, number 2, Bad Dub 
When it breaks it'll all come together 
When I take ya brain, I'm gonna shake, rattle, sever 
Get a plate for the feast, get a coat for the weather 
Get a way for the means and a hope for the cheddar 
Get away from me, kid- I don't wanna be together 
I'm takin' the beat 'cause I flow to it better 
"He don't know any better" 
Yeah, he must not 
'Cause I flow to the bitter end and never gon' stop 
Might blow up, but it won't go pop 
Word to De La Soul and all that real Hip-Hop 
No, it won't flop, 
No, and it ain't never gon' change 
All of that tough talk soundin' the same 
Sick of thy idiot bidding, goodbye 
My advice might be to try a different lane 
Feel the pain, 
Yo the game nowadays is a big ol' maze 
Full of robots, no motherboards or brains 
Synthetic MCs are pathetic indeed 
Especially when you see 'em placed next to me 

I'm takin' it back 
Back to the basics 
Takin' it back 
Back to the basics 
Takin' it back 
Takin' it back to the basics 
A beat and a rhyme 
For these MCs fakin' x4 

Nowadays, most MCs ain't shit 
Tempt me, bitch- I'm gonna come to grips 
With the microphone 
Might smite you despite the clones 
You came with, the second the bass hits 
Sick of the carbonated copies and lame kids 
Kickin' the the same flows, sayin' the same shit 
With the same stance, wearin' the same clothes 
You tryina rap, or get into fashion? 
Take your pick 
Single out a million idiots in a video 
Gimme the visibility, really willin' to kill it 
Showin' anybody up 
Who really be kickin a wicked flow? 
Admit it, you bit it, you better get up out the vision, bro 
Devoted to the rhythm, it's a miracle, there we go 
Daredevil upon a microphone, he blowin' out your stereo 
paired up with a pen and a pad, he bad 
He had a massive amount of attack packed in a track 
That is that 
This is this 
Class dismissed, grow a sack and a dick 
Fuck a Rolex, fuck a Jag and a hit 
My rhyme'll leave an average cat with slashed wrists 
When a Thief track hits, mad kids get split 
By the thick bassline and the phat drum kit 
Kid, the faculty ain't got jack on me 
Word of advice, move back when I begin 
Yeah, back up 
It's my turn to talk 
Grab the microphone 
I be burnin' hot 
Set it on fire, don't matter if I'm cool 
I'll be burnin it down, bound to rock the spot 
Everybody wanna talk that phat shit 
(Phat shit) 
But they could never hack the tactics I smash with 
I'm back with that rat-a-tat, batterin' whack cats 
Rhyme fully-automatic, you're an old bolt-action 
I bust that shit, you be jammin' up 
You could never match half of the stamina 
You steppin to this? 
Yo, I'm wreckin' your shit 
DTM talkin' that garbage? 
Man, you dumb 
Tough luck, fucked up, now you're takin an L 
Name's Jarv, kid- I vacation in hell 
Wanna battle me? That'll be a fatality undoubtedly 
I laughed at the fake when he fell 
Ha

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