Now, I'm not the type to just act I know on an angle, puttin' on a show Speakin' on nothin' you a stunt I'll tell you right here yo, I front I cross the T's and non legitimacies Or else,
I cannot handle all the vibe merchants Is all you have in you perchance So much angst an' pain, it's so You should take a tip the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, some Parcheesi Because all the angst is just cheesy
the 311 bliss, too smooth for pissed Lyrics talkin' again, yeah, we are the party men that you fretted, we sport a high aesthetic
Here go rap kickin' the dazzled mathematic (C'mon) I am what I am, mix some old school tape 'cuz the party's in the crates, I scan Step the realm, what you gonna do Get the party people somethin' to listen to
Misdirected hostility, that's you got, see Misdirected hostility, what you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's you got
body rock, pop and lock, here's an example Boulevard beats always ampin' your temple get got in the age of hip hop It's just begun stolen bikes on a blacktop (C'mon)
Born to sing a lyric, concepted No in your game, if your game is respected as you are, radio star Drown out the hatred with a rhyme an' guitar (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 outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes been outmoded So just quit your belly You're sayin' that you're Give me a fuckin' and maybe Take out the source of your What do I mean? Kick the fuckin'
I speak experience I didn't see clearly Actin' like a dunce in I was Cocaine an' Jim But now it's 95 and I'm
hostility, that's what you got, see Misdirected hostility, what you got, see Misdirected hostility, what you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's you got