MC Frontalot - Critical Hit lyrics
[MC Frontalot - Critical Hit lyrics]
Got to sometimes feel like, oh my god
Life's so good
I'm on the cover of a lot a lot! of magazines
Note I don't say all but
I've been practicing
My big TV grin and charming banter
Interviewers, always follow-upping on
The answers prancers such as I lift heels up
Get your people here, we'll set some deals up
But don't fuss my pretty
Little with the chores
I'm critically acclaimed and
I'm never ignored
Now, notice that none of that's true
Frontalot got inauthentic at you?
What else is new?
What else to do but keep on seeming
Like a celebration lyric could
Be anything redeeming?
I write the songs you can't
Get out of your head
And my artistic accomplishments
Are often said to soften dread in the
Hearts of the reviewers:
"another tour de force from
The performer who inures
All listeners to the ravages of cynicism
With the pure and simple
Freshness of his syllogism"
Listen, isn't this the
Case: critical darlings
Always are unbeloved of the
Masses in the parlance of the populace
They suck and since I'm awful
Just an air gust that holds aloft
The copter of the ROFL
It's obvious why I'm such a critic's to do
But when Frontalot discusses it
Is anything true?
And I quote
"His interrogation of failing to keep it real
Disassembles the meaning inherent
And then reveals
Artifice it'self to be integral to veracity"
Part of a 5-star notice posted
About the last CD
I'm at capacity, I overflow with fronting
(That was a good point once
But I fear it suffers blunting)
Let me simply tell you something:
The living is good
Up on the top of the top-ten
Lists where I just stood in my fist
Where the disc should be
Brandished like a trophy
Instead I'm holding onto the
Prize possession: self-loathing
And you know life's sweet if
You can sing about that
Like I rolled nat 20
Double damage on the track
Life's so good
I'm on the cover of a lot a lot! of magazines
Note I don't say all but
I've been practicing
My big TV grin and charming banter
Interviewers, always follow-upping on
The answers prancers such as I lift heels up
Get your people here, we'll set some deals up
But don't fuss my pretty
Little with the chores
I'm critically acclaimed and
I'm never ignored
Now, notice that none of that's true
Frontalot got inauthentic at you?
What else is new?
What else to do but keep on seeming
Like a celebration lyric could
Be anything redeeming?
I write the songs you can't
Get out of your head
And my artistic accomplishments
Are often said to soften dread in the
Hearts of the reviewers:
"another tour de force from
The performer who inures
All listeners to the ravages of cynicism
With the pure and simple
Freshness of his syllogism"
Listen, isn't this the
Case: critical darlings
Always are unbeloved of the
Masses in the parlance of the populace
They suck and since I'm awful
Just an air gust that holds aloft
The copter of the ROFL
It's obvious why I'm such a critic's to do
But when Frontalot discusses it
Is anything true?
And I quote
"His interrogation of failing to keep it real
Disassembles the meaning inherent
And then reveals
Artifice it'self to be integral to veracity"
Part of a 5-star notice posted
About the last CD
I'm at capacity, I overflow with fronting
(That was a good point once
But I fear it suffers blunting)
Let me simply tell you something:
The living is good
Up on the top of the top-ten
Lists where I just stood in my fist
Where the disc should be
Brandished like a trophy
Instead I'm holding onto the
Prize possession: self-loathing
And you know life's sweet if
You can sing about that
Like I rolled nat 20
Double damage on the track