Name: MC Frontalot - Secrets From The Future - Bizarro Genius Baby by mc_frontalot
Duration: 4 min 26 s
Description: Selections from Front's second album, Secrets From The Future!

Hearing this song I just remember the clip... :)

Coffee 12"

Coffee (Edited) [feat. John Darnielle of The Mountain Goats]

Mcbaise lives in Auribeau, a village next to that cunt of a city Cannes and spend most of his time eating pan bagna on the beach, during christmas he feels the need to record soundtrack to old sexy movies, with big old dicks.

Love Around The Camp Fire

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

MC Frontalot - Secrets From The Future - Bizarro Genius Baby

LYRICS:

Like a known fable
I'm a psycho- unstable 
Leave a clone hangin' from the
Microphone cable  x4

Like a known fable
I'm a psycho- unstable 
Leave a clone hangin' from the
Microphone cable
If you really wanna play
Lay your cards on the table
Really wanna play 
Lay your cards on the table  x2

Ooh lookey-loo
Lil' Jarv makin' it hot again
I kick my feet up
And turn a rapper to an ottoman 
I lost it when you dropped that track 
Y'all could not of flossed that phat-
Shit like nasty Nathan Dick
Now get up off the ballsack, Jack
Practice up
If you're gonna attack the master, punk
I'm sick of these whack ass chumps 
Kickin' their bullcrap and junk continuously 
I'm busting these rhymes and breakin' backs 
You must think you're funny comin'
With some trash like that
Fuck it
I'm sittin' in the Boiler Room
Mixin' up a witches brew 
For little punk bitches like him and you 
Thinkin' you're ballin' 
I'm callin' 'em all to get in the cauldron 
It's appalling 
Y'all should not be wantin' to walk 
Before you're crawling 
Possibly I'm too harsh
Probably I'm not 
Any contender pretending to-
Be better than me- shot in thee dark
Never could any competitor vest me
Never be thinkin' of trying to test me
Its not a dis, you just don't have the heart
Beeitch 

Like a known fable
I'm a psycho- unstable 
Leave a clone hangin' from the
Microphone cable
If you really wanna play
Lay your cards on the table
Really wanna play 
Lay your cards on the table  x2

Who's in charge here? 
Jarv, dear (sup?)
Who's the all-star startin' shit 
Parkin' part of his car here
Huh?
Iunno, fuck it 
Upchuck in a bucket and suck a dick
Like a jam about a man from Nantucket 
Advanced pumpin' of the lyric'll leave you
Ridin' on the tide 
I have oversight 
Leavin' wise guys tryina survive
I, the prize fighter rhyme-type
Rhymin' in the mic might 
Be leavin' these weak MC's 
Sleepin' with night lights
That is a fact, bitch 
Jarv got that phat shit
Tear any microphone-
Up into tiny bits and fragments 
Your bound catch a massive chunk of-
Shrapnel from the rap skill
Need a thousand gallon vat-
To catch half of the blood my track spill
I'm that ill
I spaz till I make my points known
My track'll snap your whack ass in half
That is how my joints go
My voice blows holes 
Through monitors and microphones
Leavin' a spoiled bitch soilin' drawers 
While they whine, cry and moan
Don't come to fight it
I funk the tightest 
You cannot run
You cannot hide 
I've got you in my sight, bitch 
Get your Vicodin 
'Cause I'm a Viking when I write the shit
You got a touch of downs 
But kid, I've got the touch of Midas
It's gooooold
Whether or not that's where it goes
I'm platinum when I'm rappin'
I don't need a plaque to show
I'm smackin' various foes
From all area codes
Mastered in masterin'
miscellaneous variables

Like a known fable
I'm a psycho- unstable 
Leave a clone hangin' from the
Microphone cable
If you really wanna play
Lay your cards on the table
Really wanna play 
Lay your cards on the table  x2

Yo check it out man
Word
Yo what's the deal man
What
Yo how you doin man
Good
Yo how ya feel man
Great  x8

The Boiler Room

Cards

LYRICS:

It all comes together, man- it feels so perfect 
Saturday, kickin’ back, sittin’ on the surface 
Worthless? Never that- do yourself a service, 
Man- come on, get down to the earth tip 
70 degrees under evergreen trees, at the park till dark 
Every evening street shredding, 
Nahte got the Cavillac ready 
Tribe Called Quest, Beck - Beercan steady 
Got a betty on my side, backseat when I ride with the homies 
Ain't no surprise the guys know me 
Typical Jarv, Deuce Bigalow goes hard with a so-so hoe 
Gettin’ dome, drinkin' 40s 
Cops roll by while I powerslide hills 
They hate my skills, I love cheap thrills 
I go wild in the streets, runnin’ up until- 
The homies hit me up to chill 

Hey, it's the same ol’ same 
Walkin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rain 
I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin 
Feel the funk and let the fun begin 
Hey, it's the same ol’ same 
Skatin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rain 
I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin 
Feel the funk and let the fun begin 

Got my hair in a bun like Samurai Jack 
Hot yoga in the park, ooooh, would ya’ look at that 
Feel the breeze, life is such a beautiful thing 
I find a quiet ol' tree and take a nap 
Ahhh, how lovely, livin like a sundae with nuts 
Yeah, I'm nuckin’ futs- tell me that ya’ love me 
Honey, let’s go and take a dip 
Sun-bleached hair, with the bubblegum hips 
Ahhh, get a grip Jarv- can't get this hard 
Rockin’ gym shorts, swimmin’ with this broad 
Good god, gotta stop lookin’ at the bod 
Or homegirl gon’ tell Jarv to get gone 
Rope-swing, hoping to see the ravine 
You’ve been my dream ever since I was a pre-teen fiend 
Fantasy may be happening or so it seems, 
“What do ya’ say we go and get a bite to eat, huh?” 

Hey, it's the same ol’ same 
Walkin’ 'round town, it ain't gon’ rain 
I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin 
Feel the funk and let the fun begin 
Hey, it's the same ol’ same 
Skatin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rain 
I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin 
Feel the funk and let the fun begin 

I don't wanna grow up, No, I don't wanna get old 
I don't wanna do what I'm told x4 

Hot yoga in the park x8 

Yoga pant booty-bootiful, I'm a fool for you baby boo, 
Hello, how do you do? 
I am not the man, but I will treat you like a woman 
Number 1, you will never be number 2 
You’re definitely divinity, Let me buy you dinner 
To you, I promise- I will always be true 
After dinner we can head back to your pad 
and I will do whatever you want me to do 
Who am I? Another stupid guy who would try to 
to get in your pants and wave goodbye? Oh my, I never would 
I never could even begin to imagine leavin’ you defeated 
I mean it, better believe it 
Heated up a little candle wax, drip it on my back 
Ooh, ahh, you a freak and I like that 
We hit the sheets, then I hit the streets 
And skate down to the station for a night-cap 

Hey, it's quite alright 
Out goes the day and in comes the night 
With the moonlight gleamin’ on the side of her butt 
I love life, man- aww shucks x2

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