M.C. Frontalot - Very Poorly Concealed Secret Track lyrics

(Wheelie Cyberman) Sipping Perrier, playing ping pong Movin' up the ranks y'all Hey man, you know there's nothin' wrong With a late night battle I always stay prepared Got my paddle in my backpack Challenger's beware With the P-I-N-G Volley for the serve, hit it nice and easy See we got these regulations for a tournament O.R.P.P.R.B., check the document I'll officiate, your event, keep it on the level Inspect the surfaces, arguments are settled Scrutinize the nets, keep 'em taut and snappy Rock the color commentary, keep the people happy It's on. The day starts just before dawn Robot's on the front lawn, giving seminars On the finer arts like brutal back hand hits People linin' up, earnin' new certificates Check the merchandise, man Grimmy thought of everything Sweat bands up to grand champion rings It means that nobody leaves empty-handed Every last ball on the court's O.R.P.P.R.B. branded Demand from my sponsors is big and getting better See me at the match in my ping pong sweater I'm in the locker room, lifting weights to get strong Sipping perrier, playing ping pong (chorus) (MC Frontalot) Ping Pong Step up to the Table Ping Pong Put the ball in play Ping Pong I don't care what you call it, step up to the table put the ball in play Ping Pong Step up to the Table Ping Pong Put the ball in play Ping Pong Not once have I fallen, step up to the table put the ball in play (Wheelie) What? Yo, they challenge me? To a sanctioned event? It went quick with the skunk, yeah love zero 6 Top Spin smashes, stops them dead in their tracks You see the way I relax is winnin' ping pong matches Victories are comin' in batches When I practice, it's back---back hand again Forehand, no return practice sideways spin The skin on my paddle's kinda floppy But it don't stop me, I'll win in any condition While you wishin' that you could scout out my style and try to copy I'm in Japan learning secret paddle positions I'm on a steady diet: sashimi to gohan I eat with my fingers consult the master for advice: (Frontalot) You can excel, gra**hopper, if you're willing to pay the price Keep your eyes on the ball, feel the paddle like a friend You don't have to have telekinesis but pretend like you do Then guide the sphere around the court And to enter the slow motion so that time and space distort Make report with the paddle, pick pock how it go Pop lock as you wield and feel the ball flow Against the countercurrents of the motion you make You might mistake it for a simple game of angles, but it ain't Now taint the universe with the flavor of your game Tilt reality around the ball to shape the lane Of its travel, but do not let it unravel, fate Don't return a volley if it's already too late It's unfair to your opponent how you move through air How you throw away your paddle in your back pocket got a spare How you dared him to serve before you got in the room How he tried but the net cradled each as a womb Now, a**uming that you've got all my lessons ignored (Wheelie) See me at the Comfort Inn on the World Tour It's 4 a.m., I'm eatin' continental breakfast The competition don't expect this A new serve from Mr. Cyberman, an ace is unexpected I'm happy as long as my ladder post is protected Our gear's not the tightest, is all that we found That table might wobble but it don't fall down I'm in the locker room liftin' weights, gettin' strong Sippin' Perrier, playing ping pong (chorus) Every ball is branded, serve it left-handed O.R.P.P.R.B., see the label and demand it It can get kinda crazy, you understand it It don't phase me, it's the just the way that we planned it Every ball is branded, serve it left-handed O.R.P.P.R.B., see the label and demand it It can get kinda crazy, you understand it It don't phase me, it's the just the way that we planned it