MC Frontalot - Listen Close lyrics

rate me

Frontalot is on appointment

to rock the microphone with a 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.

And you don’t stare at the man on the bus who’s got the

voices in his head.

If he led a life of reason, yo you know 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.

Fate of the man who paid too much attention was the

depths he plumbed.

Some dumb fate it was too, the way he succumbed.

Might have, um, 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, you can’t take it

back.

And Frontalot comes talking in the oddest of ways

on the record that plays. Never meant to order stays

of execution for the speedily dispatched.

Now the man on the bus repeating like a record with a

scratch

his name and number, number, name and number, number

name.

Suspect that if you ask him again he’ll tell you the

same.

To the casual ear the words I say and sense do not

endure an intersection.

To such a sentiment I stake objection.