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