Now, I'm not the type to act like I know Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a Speakin' on nothin' you a stunt I'll tell you right here yo, I won't I cross the T's and non legitimacies Or else,
I handle all the negative vibe merchants Is that all you in you perchance So much angst an' pain, it's so You should a tip from the one, Frank Black some Pachinko, play some Parcheesi Because all the angst shit is just
It's the 311 bliss, too for pissed Lyrics loud again, yeah, we are the party men that you fretted, we sport a high aesthetic
Here go rap the dazzled crazy mathematic (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, what you do Get the party people somethin' to listen 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 sing a lyric, immaculately No strain in game, if your game is respected as you are, radio star Drown out the hatred with a rhyme an' electric (Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of radio May we turn some 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 outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded rhymes have been outmoded Your have been outmoded
rhymes have been outmoded So just quit your belly You're sayin' you're tortured Give me a break and maybe out the source of your disparin' What do I mean? Kick the heroin
I speak from Because I didn't see Actin' like a in 1989 I was Cocaine an' Jim But now it's 95 and I'm
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