You keep on rubbing on my head

Like you’re trying to get a genie out

I suggest instead: present your problem freely now

Easy how it’s put into words and then dismantled

This is the technique that I prefer. It’s as good as handled

If I’ve heard it. You need a verdict or a parsing

The perfect scrabble word, or an alibi for arson

Or a parson for your wedding, or a person for your team

Or somebody to discover you and realize your dreams

Now it seems like it’s impossible for a solitary rapper

To guarantee the fix without regard to what’s the matter

Yet I stand here certain I can settle all confusion

MC Frontalot’s your one-stop solution

No riddle to test resolve

No middle it’s best dissolved

What gets sorted out last of all

Gets solved. It gets solved

Who’s asking to advance the cause?

Who’s answering the casting calls?

What gets sorted out last of all

Gets solved. It gets solved

You say, “Front, yo, that’s your answer for everything:

Just tell you the problem, my cares will go languishing.”

Anguish in, anguish out, I always caution

If you’d lean on me more, you’d be in contortion half as often

If you’d just open up, you wouldn’t have to hunker down

Trying to sort it for yourself. Your buddy Front is around!

Come on, what is it now? Finances? Romance souring?

Puzzled how it is that my advice is so damn towering?

This I recommend: don’t call a gift horse dentist

Just take my two cents; they could be more expensive

If ignored. You must entrust me with your need to know the way

I can fix the future for you here today

No riddle to test resolve

No middle it’s best dissolved

What gets sorted out last of all

Gets solved. It gets solved

Who’s asking to advance the cause?

Who’s answering the casting calls?

What gets sorted out last of all

Gets solved. It gets solved

Everybody wonders when the world will end

Hoping that I’ll say it isn’t going to. Make pretend

That this timed sprint could easily last forever

Peruse fine print. Don’t skim breezily past addenda

Rendering all promises subject to change

There’s only so much of the universe that I can re-arrange

Can’t seem to get estranged from the laws of physics

Don’t know the lotto, or the number in your brain

(What is it?)

And also, if your trouble is me?

I’ve been pondering solutions since 1973

None were satisfactory. So let’s focus

On everything else; your problems — I got this

No riddle to test resolve

No middle it’s best dissolved

What gets sorted out last of all

Gets solved. It gets solved

Who’s asking to advance the cause?

Who’s answering the casting calls?

What gets sorted out last of all

Gets solved. It gets solved