MC Frontalot can rock the turntable.
[wack scratch] I'm unable.
Nerdcore hip-hop, other rappers run in fear
that I'll put them on the record where their friends could hear.
They'd get sneered at, listed: not to be trusted,
seen hob-nobbing with the Frontalot, busted.
"That kid's a dork. He rhyme every day
on the karaoke rapping, yo he ain't got anything to say.
Ain't got no record deal, never will.
Such a spaz, better get his ass some kind of a sedative."
Pish-posh! I come as wack as I like,
spit-spackle the mic, dispensing my dis-ingenious advice.
Accuse famous rappers of biting my style,
I get shot at.
Sit at home, try to simulate a high hat.
Wishin' CPU could rock a beat,
and hoping that if he does it isn't weak,
I'm wishin' CPU could rock a beat.
Nerdcore hip-hop could reign supreme.
Making mention of my DJ CPU:
Nerdcore hip-hop is the style he use.
Step to my DJ, you better step prepared.
He got 28 & 22/50ths squared.
Just a little bitty bit more than the beat you thought.
Frontalot, drop-kicking rhythm in the double-ought,
sought skinny little beats but returned with the fat of the land.
Now I got a swollen hip-hop gland.
I suffer hypochondria, I think my beats is sick.
But don't trip, don't trip.
I'ma listen to the bootleg mp3,
post the Frontalot demo on my ftp,
run away from the rappers who are just like me,
'cause they ain't appreciating who my DJ be.
Recorded live in Greenwich Village, 06.23.05. This was the farewell performance for DJ CPU V.1.3 SP3. His buttons, as you can hear, were no longer firing single shots reliably. Keys: Gminor7 | Bass: Blak Lotus | Drums: The Categorical Imperative posted on 2005-06-23