MC Frontalot is not installed,
so don't call 800-FRONT-4-ALL.
I'm off the ball of wax to rock the rough tracks.
Thumbtacks all up in the mix, so relax.
You know I hax a beat together like a slasher rampage.
MC Frontalot, inundated by the rhythm arrays.
Some days I brag, some days I boast.
24/7, I front the most.
You wouldn't think that I would front.
Most days, do nothing but
sit around dropping the lyrics into the drum cuts.
Buts, ands, ors? I hear naysay.
Don't play! MC Front'll get offended, go away.
Hey, there ain't no need to be real,
honk-honking on the sample like a trained m-seal,
we all seek a second stepping from the post.
24/7 I front, I front the most.
What am I, wrecking every break beat?
That could take eight weeks.
Only ever stop fronting to smoke bowls, take leaks,
and sleep. I catch a cat nap.
Sit in front the mic so much that my ass chaps.
Gaps [in the tape]: I was fronting in the other room,
boogalooing. Well, I wasn't, but I wanted to and
I'm going to rock the mic day and night till I give up the ghost.
2-4-7, I front the most.