Nerdcore Rap? It’s new to us too but with lyrics like these, it’s pretty hard not to like:
Misplaced the Ambien (first world problem)Left a participle dangling (first world problem)
You’re scheduling your root canal (first world problem)
Your grad schooling had no rationale (first world problem)
You didn’t like your appetizer (first world problem)
Your yacht got capsized (a first world problem)
Nice to see some critical thought/humor wrapped up in such an appealing package. And don’t overlook the artist’s name: MC Frontalot. Pitch perfect.
Full lyrics after the break.
First World Problem
Nerd rap infests your internet. You left a trap, but it’s empty. MC Frontalot took a gape but the bait wasn’t tempting, ending up uncaged and at large to talk smack at you through the networking appliance that’s in charge of every drip of your attention. Yo, when mine goes out I’ve got to log in just to mention my disappointment at the interruption of convenience. I mean just: a lot left, but none up in between this couple of minutes here and a couple of minutes later. It’s an outrage, at the price I paid. These dictators of my leisure rule with an iron fist. Has anybody ever been so put upon as this? Your GPS run out of battery (first world problem) Got to wake up Saturday (first world problem) You just delayed a honeymoon (first world problem) Pledge season’s coming soon (first world problem) Half your friend list is spam accounts (first world problem) And your center channel speaker’s out (first world problem) Muffy, my hair regrowth cream is mostly ineffective and I’m struggling to keep this in perspective, but I feel like a massive injustice occurred. Says “regrows hair” on the tube (in the words) in a third — or maybe a quarter — of all users. I must have got swindled. Is it a fault? Of whose is? Oooh, Muffy, Muffy, I had all the servants tortured. Did you keep them on retainer? Do you got some more on order? ‘Cause I can’t comb my hair on my own no more. I got accustomed to the lifestyle, sniffed upon the spore and it molded up my innards, made the blood turn blue. Muffy, Muffy, there’s a revolution; what we’re gonna do? Misplaced the Ambien (first world problem) Left a participle dangling (first world problem) You’re scheduling your root canal (first world problem) Your grad schooling had no rationale (first world problem) You didn’t like your appetizer (first world problem) Your yacht got capsized (a first world problem) Now while our capitalism is in a minor kerfuffle, you have to hustle. Before the fates come, reshuffle. Rustle up another couple grievances and air ‘em. You can laugh about it later (maybe needed while despairing). For the moment though, you ordered half caf, didn’t get it; there was no TV set when you jetted; internet resetted itself just as I was in the middle of tournament play, and so I suffered from transmittal interruption. Completely ruined my day. MC Frontalot’s a jackass, that’s all I’m trying to say. People buy CDs in these days of disaster, so poor me: I have to be a professional rapper. No bubbles in the soda cup (first world problem) App crashed when you loaded up (first world problem) Phone’s OS is outta date (first world problem) Colors won’t calibrate (first world problem) They never stock the snack you want (first world problem) Caught herpes from a celebutante (first world problem) Got wallhacked in PVP (first world problem) Oh no, HD-DVD (first world problem) Pixels aren’t perfect square (first world problem) Your favorite rapper isn’t debonair (first world problem) You own too many underwear (first world problem) And you’re not much of a millionaire (first world problem)
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