Now, I'm not the type to act like I know Puttin' on an angle, on a show on nothin' makes 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 vibe Is that all you have in you So much angst an' pain, so wack You should a tip from the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, some Parcheesi Because all the angst shit is just
the 311 bliss, too smooth for pissed Lyrics talkin' again, yeah, we are the party men that you fretted, we sport a high aesthetic
Here go rap kickin' the dazzled crazy (C'mon) I am what I am, mix some old school Onto 'cuz the party's in the crates, I scan Step into the realm, you gonna do Get the party people funky to listen to
hostility, that's what you got, see Misdirected hostility, what you got, see hostility, that's what you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's you got
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 begun like bikes on a blacktop (C'mon)
to sing a lyric, immaculately concepted No strain in your game, if your game is Come as you are, radio Drown out the hatred with a an' electric guitar (Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of access May we turn some soul on rythmless dances You the time and they'll know the scoop They'll say it was a and a beat of a rap group
Your rhymes have outmoded rhymes have been outmoded Your rhymes been outmoded rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have outmoded So just quit your achin' sayin' that you're tortured Give me a break and maybe Take out the of your disparin' do I mean? Kick the fuckin' heroin
I from experience Because I didn't see like a dunce in 1989 I was an' Jim Beam But now it's 95 and I'm
Misdirected hostility, that's you got, see Misdirected hostility, what you got, see hostility, that's what you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's you got