mc frontalot is on appointment
to rock the microphone with the style that's got disjointment
some point went out the window, got lost
this mc is unwilling to absorb the cost. I foster indignation
don't care if my lyrics are obtuse and yo I'm losing my hair
you don't stare at the man on the bus with the voices in his head
if he led a life of reason this is what he would have said
listen close, listen close, listen close to the sound
I don't wanna be down, I don't wanna be down
I know what you're thinking, you could sink into this state
I suggest you plug yes your ears and concentrate
the fate of the man who paid attention was the depths he plumbed
some dumb fate it was too, the way he succumbed
he might have imagined a world without despair
and for that matter I could keep my hair, but beware
some thoughts are fantasies and others cold hard facts
once you've given your attention yo you can't take it back
mc frontalot is talking in the oddest of ways,
on the record that plays
I didn't mean to order stays of execution
for the speedily dispatched
now the man on the bus repeating like the record with a scratch
his name and number number name and number number name
if you ask him again he'll t-t-tell ya the same
to the casual ear the words I say and sense
do not endure an intersection
to such a sentiment I stake objection
