Now, I'm not the type to act like I know Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a 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 all the negative vibe merchants Is that all you in you perchance So much angst an' pain, so wack You should take a tip the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, play Parcheesi all the angst shit is just cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too smooth for Lyrics loud again, yeah, we are the party men Cosmetics that you fretted, we sport a high
Here go rap the dazzled crazy mathematic (C'mon) I am what I am, mix some old school Onto 'cuz 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, here's an Boulevard Chrome always ampin' your temple get got in the age of hip hop It's just begun stolen bikes on a blacktop (C'mon)
to sing a lyric, immaculately concepted No strain in your game, if your is respected as you are, radio star Drown out the with a rhyme an' electric guitar (Yeah)
Dispatched rap, shattered, the glass of radio access May we turn soul on their rythmless dances You know the and they'll know the scoop They'll say it was a rhyme and a of a rap group
rhymes have been outmoded Your have been outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded Your rhymes been outmoded
Your rhymes have been So just quit your achin' You're sayin' that you're Give me a break and maybe Take out the of your disparin' What do I mean? Kick the fuckin'
I speak experience Because I see clearly like a dunce in 1989 I was an' Jim Beam But now 95 and I'm Ginseng
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