Now, I'm not the type to just act 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 the T's and skip non legitimacies Or else,
I cannot handle all the negative vibe Is that all you have in you So much angst an' pain, it's so You should take a tip the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, play Parcheesi Because all the angst shit is just
It's the 311 bliss, too smooth for Lyrics talkin' again, yeah, we are the party men Cosmetics you fretted, we sport a high aesthetic
Here go rap kickin' the dazzled crazy (C'mon) I am what I am, mix some old jams tape 'cuz the party's in the crates, I scan Step into the realm, you gonna do Get the party people somethin' to listen to
hostility, that's what you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's you got, see hostility, that's what you got, see Misdirected hostility, what you got
body 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 begun stolen bikes on a blacktop (C'mon)
Born to a lyric, immaculately concepted No strain in your game, if your 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 beat of a rap
Your rhymes have outmoded rhymes have been outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded Your have been outmoded
Your have been outmoded So quit your belly achin' sayin' that you're tortured Give me a break and maybe Take out the source of your What do I Kick the fuckin' heroin
I speak experience Because I didn't see Actin' a dunce in 1989 I was Cocaine an' Jim But now it's 95 and I'm
hostility, that's what you got, see Misdirected hostility, what you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's you got, see hostility, that's what you got