Now, I'm not the to just act like I know on an angle, puttin' on a show Speakin' on nothin' you a stunt I'll tell you here yo, I won't front I cross the T's and non legitimacies Or else,
I cannot handle all the negative 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, play Parcheesi Because all the angst is just cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too for pissed Lyrics talkin' 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 old school jams Onto 'cuz the party's in the crates, I scan Step the realm, what you gonna do Get the party people somethin' funky to to
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It's rock, pop and lock, here's an example Boulevard beats always ampin' your temple get got in the age of hip hop It's just begun like stolen bikes on a (C'mon)
Born to a lyric, immaculately concepted No in your game, if your game is respected as you are, radio star Drown out the hatred with a rhyme an' electric (Yeah)
when rap, shattered, the glass of radio access 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 rhymes have been outmoded Your rhymes been outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded
Your rhymes been outmoded So just quit belly achin' You're sayin' you're tortured Give me a fuckin' break and Take out the source of your What do I Kick the fuckin' heroin
I speak experience I didn't see clearly Actin' like a dunce in I was an' Jim Beam But now 95 and I'm Ginseng
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