Now, I'm not the to just act like I know Puttin' on an angle, on a show on nothin' makes you a stunt I'll you right here yo, I won't front I cross the T's and non legitimacies Or else,
I handle all the negative vibe merchants Is that all you have in you So much an' pain, it's so wack You take a tip from the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, some Parcheesi all the angst shit is just cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too for pissed Lyrics talkin' loud again, yeah, we are the men that you fretted, we sport a high aesthetic
Here go rap the dazzled crazy mathematic (C'mon) I am I am, mix some old school jams Onto tape the party's in the crates, I scan into the realm, what you gonna do Get the party people somethin' funky to to
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It's body rock, pop and lock, an example Boulevard Chrome always ampin' your temple get got in the age of hip hop It's just begun like bikes on a blacktop (C'mon)
to sing a lyric, immaculately concepted No strain in game, if your game is respected as you are, radio star Drown out the hatred with a an' electric guitar (Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of radio May we turn some soul on rythmless dances You know the time and know the scoop They'll say it was a rhyme and a of a rap group
Your rhymes been outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded Your rhymes have been Your rhymes have been
Your rhymes have outmoded So just quit belly achin' You're sayin' you're tortured Give me a fuckin' break and out the source of your disparin' What do I Kick 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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