Now, I'm not the type to act like I know Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a on nothin' makes you a stunt I'll you right here yo, I won't front I cross the T's and skip non Or else,
I handle all the negative vibe merchants Is that all you in you perchance So much an' pain, it's so wack You should take a tip the one, Frank Black Play Pachinko, play some Parcheesi Because all the angst shit is cheesy
the 311 bliss, too smooth for pissed Lyrics talkin' again, yeah, we are the party men Cosmetics you fretted, we sport a high aesthetic
go rap kickin' 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 Step the realm, what you gonna do Get the party people somethin' to listen to
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It's body rock, pop and lock, 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 sing a lyric, concepted No strain in your game, if your is respected Come as you are, star Drown out the hatred with a rhyme an' guitar (Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of access May we turn some soul on their rythmless You know the time and they'll know the They'll say it was a rhyme and a of a rap group
Your rhymes been outmoded rhymes have been outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded Your have been outmoded
rhymes have been outmoded So just quit your achin' You're sayin' that tortured Give me a break and maybe Take out the of your disparin' What do I mean? Kick the fuckin'
I speak from 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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