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