Jesse Dangerously - Nerdcore Rising lyrics

[Intro: MC Frontalot] Nerdcore could rise up It could get elevated Nerdcore could rise up It could get elevated [Verse 1: MC Frontalot] Nerdcore used to be just a made-up word MCs shied away from belief, rest a**ured They sleep hard no longer, we deliver the hits That give the kids with the spectacles spectacular fits I seen one nerd foam at the mouth in his glee It was me, in the mirror, rhyming, brushing my teeth And now the heezy we's off don't babble 300 baud I get no error while compiling my rhyme The slipshod Rap stylings of the hip kids continue to vex; They get s**, money, power, but their jams are like flecks Of sea foam against the great reef of my boredom I seen them trying to act cool; ignored them Scored some geeked out beats and a mic Some jugglers I kick it with don't even know I rap — it's alright For soon the whole nerdcore will congregate In culmination of the monkey going acaudate [Hook] The nerdcore could rise up, it could get elevated Oh, and wouldn't all of those tough rappers hate it If the nerdcore rose up and got elevated? We consider the possibleness of this not overstated [Verse 2: Jesse Dangerously] We put our styles in the blender and the tape on our spectacles We compile the a**embler; we'd each make a respectable Egon Spengler; your despicable, heckling, snide remarks make it All the more delectable to mark a Jeckyl & Hyde departure from the Larger norm or previous status quo, the clever dicks Like us apply the baddest flow to limericks, and that is no mere Rhetoric. We don't just wreck shop, we mop the shop floor With rappers who romanticize their third eyes when we've got four Each, and we exceed your reach, we're world wide Webslingers with the combined military might of the Girl Guides Dead ringers for the lone gunmen, or maybe Jonathan, Andrew and Warren from Season Six of BtVS, we're geniuses and we're devious We're seen as fresh on the BBS where we write graf in ascii files With nasty styles and blinking blocks This ain't your father's Lincoln Logs! The Frontalot ownz j00, and Stephen Hawking r0x0rs We're not even talking solely to cats with argyle in their sock drawers Our styles got the top score spot, yours did not, sorry! Stick to the shockwave games, lickin' shots at the top Forty! I made my own Doom .wads, dickwad My own sprites and .mus files, I stayed home nights... [Hook] [Verse 3: MC Hawking] Nerd: when you say it you best say it with awe ‘cause I'm the type of nerd that will bust your jaw A nerdcore player, I've paid my dues Got lowered suspension and chromed out shoes Hear ye hear ye, in case you ain't heard 20-aught-5 be the year of the nerd Nerdcore's gonna be crazy large And we the N.I.C. b**h, the Nerds In Charge We bust more rhymes than Theodor Geisel did Got more game than a 2600 For punk MCs who playa-hate We got one word: EXTERMINATE! Just a matter of time before we're household names So you best s** up now before fortune and fame Put our a**es out of reach of your quivering lips As we ride to the top on a nerdcore tip [Hook] [Verse 4: MC Frontalot] And I know that possibleness is not a cromulent word; Every syllable injected is intended to be the one you heard (an absurd juxtaposition of mission and goal) Frontalot: about to roll His diploma up tight and smoke it Nerdcore's about to sit there unless you poke it You want to prod it? See if it'll kick? While the smart kids calculate the hip-hop sh**? Got a vast network of subversives & criminals Who sit in front the screens, all heedless of ridicule These days, the complexion cleared up but the rhyming remains Still ain't nobody knows my name And I think the same thought with great regularity: That I'm the best MC that I can bear to be And I'm scared to be either doper or dorkier Bound for the high road even if it looks forkier... [Hook]