M.C. Frontalot - I Can See lyrics

[MCF] I may be the tailor to the master of the castle and the zone And I might be all about it when I'm on my megaphone Alone before an audience, "Yo, ponder my preponderance Of sk**!” Synonymous With high cla** fashion. If you must step flashing Lead with the hand that you've got your cash in I'm taking all orders. I'm writing receipts There's a couple other kingdoms I've got to visit this week So I'll seek you out later, deliver your set If it ain't the finest clothing ever woven, take my head With a promise like that, shopping couldn't be simpler! Armed guards are taking me to measure up the Emperor I can see Right through them Through them [Adam WarRock] Well, it's clear that we hear these boasts in our ears So it appears that this tailor in front of us right here Speaks the language that I'm liking. And in fact I need a new look now that Fall's coming back My style: people heard of it. In fact, it's quite murderous! And every kingdom tries their best in the hopes of furnishing The Emperor that only rocks the finest couture And I'm pretty sure I've never seen your brand name before [MCF] Your prominence, I promise that your dominance is undisputed: When it comes to looking fresh, you're as reputed! I'm a whisper in your kingdoms, they don't dare to buy the best Might look so good that it's scandalous [Adam WarRock] No coarse cotton stitchings, no silk that's not the finest No inferior fabric is allowed to touch Your Highness When I say I want the best, present it without fail Or this tailor's going to have his going-out-of-business sale [MCF] Be sure before you order though, ‘cause this one's fine So delicate, you'll never feel it. And so sublime That it's difficult to see for anyone above their birth Sent an Archduke into exile on the other side the earth I besmirch of course none of your councilors' parentage Still I shouldn't forgive myself, giving embarra**ment [Adam WarRock] Nah, this court bears the noblest noblemen So loosen up your fingers and sew us a specimen [Sole] By the sword, you pulled wool from all of our sheep And we were told we'd be getting fresh blankets to sleep Instead, you covered your palace in silk and wool And tore down our schools for a textile mill? [Adam WarRock] Subjects, peasants, servants and scum This wunderkind tailor's sk**'s second to none! Painters and poets couldn't ever describe How fine the new clothes. On the morrow you'll find! [Sole] How about debuting bread from the wheat that you stole? Or put a new school in the village you burned? Winter's approaching we got nowhere to go Can't produce for the King when we're starved in our homes [MCF] I can see As soon as he steps out in his finery [Sole] Give us liberty or give us that robe, fool Ain't no linens in this kingdom that are torch-proof And I only hope that what you're about to show is made from bread So at least the birds can have a feast when you're dead It's been (bark! bark!) since you pushed us off the land Hurry up and show your face so we can take what's ours again [MCF] Good luck, buddy! He'll be right out, he looks great I'll blend into the rabble with you, overswarm the gates