M.C. Frontalot - A Little Bit Broad lyrics

My sh** is a little bit broad for the taste at the top; You could look your nose down if you want But if you do, nerdcore'll pa** you by Oops! Found it habit forming, had you avid for the high Has you laughing in the eye, snorting through the left nostril: That's a withdrawal symptom, the kind to make agnostics hostile Or make a true believer pray That the nerd rhyme might return some day ...Got obliterated by the nerdcore flow I like sophistication. That's obvious, right? I never easy-upped a lyric in attempt to delight The ever larger and dumber swaths of population I run this operation. I grew impatient with the ratio Of smarties to dims; Offhand when I named it, yet hardly a whim I been discarding the trim ever since, soaking fat up And luxuriating in the recognition from the kids who got the bad upkeep On their personal space Who were too bright to learn sh** like manners, taste Concentrate! I'm discussing the elevated The tips-top of think-thunk. The pinnacles of armor-plated Upbraided by the combed-hair crowd; Comebacks concocted, not said out loud Would have been incomprehensible to the hebetudinous That's why my comedy's low when laughing at you's at the root of this My sh** is a little bit broad for the taste at the top; You can look your nose down if you want Oh noes, where'd your taste go? Got obliterated by the nerdcore flow! And that's a crit I never get. They say I rock, but too focused Each old-school vocal twixt node and locus Invokes this nostalgia. I'm tamping it down (and I'll yell, "keep settled!" while I'm stamping around) Because the future's got a brilliance. Still, I mean: clever How many dumbenings-down? Count 'em up: none whatever Zero umbrellas to protect from disdain: I put my worst foot forward, code it hard in the name Nerdcore. Just the way that it sounds You're always looking for a treatise, Frontalot can expound If I don't for the sake of the already-mentioned dull-witted Just take what you can from out the lyric. I put in it Every miniscule intention, every motive, every clue Every riddle to unravel, everything you've got to do To make the rhyme happen. If you don't, so sad But if you grok, talk of dumb joke rap gets forbad All the high-brows pointing out my four-bit words Up in the next breath tell me nerdcore's absurd Shut up, a** head! You and your big talk can go screw I'll aim my loafer at your bottom, probably cuss at you too Probably fuss and go blue before I cease my little tantrum Put my whining on the loop, "nerdcore" describes the anthem Call it all foolishness? Mostly wouldn't disagree Titanic ego, low self esteem