Now, I'm not the type to just act like I Puttin' on an angle, on a show on nothin' makes you a stunt I'll tell you right here yo, I won't I cross the T's and skip non Or else,
I cannot all the negative vibe merchants Is that all you have in you So much angst an' pain, it's so You take a tip from the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, some Parcheesi Because all the angst shit is cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too for pissed talkin' loud again, yeah, we are the party men Cosmetics that you fretted, we a high aesthetic
Here go rap kickin' the dazzled crazy (C'mon) I am what I am, mix old school jams tape 'cuz the party's in the crates, I scan Step into the realm, what you do Get the party people funky to listen to
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It's body rock, pop and lock, here's an Boulevard Chrome beats always ampin' temple get got in the age of hip hop It's just begun like bikes on a blacktop (C'mon)
Born to sing a lyric, immaculately No in your game, if your game is respected as you are, radio star Drown out the hatred with a rhyme an' electric (Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of access May we turn some soul on their rythmless You know the time and they'll the scoop They'll say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap
Your rhymes have outmoded rhymes have been outmoded Your rhymes have been Your rhymes been outmoded
Your have been outmoded So just your belly achin' You're sayin' that you're Give me a break and maybe Take out the source of your What do I mean? the fuckin' heroin
I speak experience I didn't see clearly Actin' a dunce in 1989 I was an' Jim Beam But now it's 95 and I'm
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