Now, I'm not the type to act like I know on an angle, puttin' on a show Speakin' on nothin' makes you a I'll tell you right here yo, I front I the T's and skip non legitimacies Or else,
I cannot all the negative vibe merchants Is all you have in you perchance So much an' pain, it's so wack You take a tip from the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, play some Because all the angst shit is just
It's the 311 bliss, too for pissed talkin' loud again, yeah, we are the party 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 jams Onto tape 'cuz the in the crates, I scan into the realm, what you gonna do Get the party somethin' funky to listen to
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It's rock, pop and lock, here's an example Boulevard Chrome beats always ampin' temple get got in the age of hip hop It's just like stolen bikes 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 with a rhyme an' electric guitar (Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the of radio access May we turn soul on their rythmless dances You know the time and they'll the scoop They'll say it was a and a beat of a rap group
Your rhymes have been Your have been outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes been outmoded So just quit your belly sayin' that you're tortured Give me a fuckin' break and out the source of your disparin' What do I mean? Kick the fuckin'
I speak from Because I see clearly Actin' like a dunce in I was Cocaine an' Jim But now 95 and I'm Ginseng
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