All Of Front’s Lyrics

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A Little Bit Broad

A Very Unlikely Occurrence

Better At Rapping

Bizarro Genius Baby

Black Box

Braggadocio

Canadia

Captains Of Industry

Charisma Potion

Charity Case

Chisel Down

Colonel, Panic!

Crime Spree

Critical Hit

Devil In The Attic

Disaster

Diseases of Yore

Fast Company (30 Sec. MBA)

Final Boss

First World Problem

Floating Bridge

Forbidden Planet

Freedom Feud

Fresh Dog

Front The Least

Front The Most

Gold Locks

Gonna Be Your Man

Good Old Clyde

Goth Girls

Hassle: the Dorkening

I Can See

I Hate Your Blog

I Heart Fags

I'll Form The Head

In Arrears

Indier Than Thou

Invasion Of The Not Quite Dead

It Is Pitch Dark

Jacquelyn Hyde

Just Once

Listen Close

Livin' At The Corner Of Dude & Catastrophe

Machine Of Death

Message No. 419

Mornings Come And Go

Mountain Kind

Much Chubbier

My Sister

Nerd Versus Jock

Nerdcore Hiphop

Nerdcore Rising

Nerdlife

Oh, The Hilarity

Origin Of Species

Penny Arcade Theme

Power User

Pr0n S0ng

Rappers We Crush

Rewind That Back

Rhyme of the Nibelung

Romantic Cheapskate (Song Fight version)

Romantic Cheapskate v.2.0

Scare Goat

Secrets From The Future

Shame of the Otaku

Shellfishcore

Shudders

Small Data

Sockington 1M Theme

Socks On

Solved

Special Delivery

Speed Queen

Spoiler Alert

Start Over

Stoop Sale

Synonyms

The Council Of Loathing

This Old Man

Tongue-Clucking Grammarian

TP Factory Tour

Twenty-Six Hundred

Two Dreamers

Victorian Space Prostitute

Wakjakaga

Wallflowers

Which MC Was That?

Yellow Lasers

You Got Asperger's

Your Friend Wil

Zero Day

 

Guest Verses

Borken Telephone (by Rock, Paper, Cynic)

Challenge Your Audience (by Mikal kHill)

Epic Fail (by Ken Flagg)

I Like It (by Supercommuter)

I Need Your Help (by Doug Funnie)

Intervention (by Schaffer The Dark Lord)

Kabuto Party (by Kabuto The Python)

Look At Me (by Allie Goertz)

Mecha Mechanics (by Whoremoans)

Noggin User (by Wordburglar)

O.G. Original Gamer (by MC Lars)

Oneonta (by MC Lars)

Ping Pong (by Optimus Rhyme)

Plastic Submarine (by The Grammar Club)

Reset Button (by Random AKA Megaran)

Salieri (by Adam WarRock)

Soda Water (by Jess Klein)

Teenage Dirtbag (by Wheatus)

Wake Up (by Random AKA Megaran)

Better At Rapping

Wish I were a little bit better at rapping.
I'd put the feather to cap in the manner of mapping what happened:
now Frontalot achieved something. That's what they'd say.
He went from terrible to mediocre. Maybe okay
could be in the cards later. As of yet, not quite.
Of the hand, the mic, then of the tongue, the sleight:
it's how to pull tricks on the ear. "You rap well."
Thanks for your sincerity but prepare to see dispelled
any notion of my aptitude that you once held.
Could fit what's felled through the button hole in my lapel:
slimmest sprout of a mic technique, clipped & cut.
I'll try to reseed after I get dug out my rut...
which could occur! In my fantasies, improve each night.
Real life lags afterwards, perhaps out of spite
for its after-hours cousin so far favored by me.
In the trajectory dream, eventually reign supreme.

If I were better at rapping,
you wouldn't need a napkin
wadded up in your ear to keep out the noise
I make with my voice.
If I were better at rapping,
I wonder what would happen.
Would everybody holler and cheer when I finished a verse?
Would they be sad to disperse?

Wish I'd started earlier. I'd be better by now,
maybe. Might have hit the pinnacle, I'd be settling down.
But I'd settle a frown on my face at that conjecture;
to cultivate the vocal, the cadence and the texture,
the lecture I give with it when I rap a rhyme,
to such a top condition (graphed improvement over time)
would indicate my origin at age negative nine.
Even then, barely any better than already I'm.
So! Unhinge the daydream door delve deep!
If I were better at rapping wouldn't people seek a peep,
or a full blown rooster report from the Front?
Kind of think that they might. My style's wack, let's be blunt.
Let's lay it on the table: Frontalot could enhance
rather drastically before you'd even hazard by stance
that I stand such a height above whence I done.
Promise I'll get better at it if I can when it's spun.

Lyrics Copyright © 1999-2016 by MC Frontalot / Published by Nerdcore Fervor Conglomerated (ASCAP)