Now I'm not the type to just act like I know

Puttin on an angle putting on a show

Speaking on nothing makes you a stunt

I'll tell you right here yo I don't front

I cross the t's and skip nonlegitimacies

Or else please

I cannont handle all the negative vibe merchants

Is that all you have in you per chance

So much angst an pain it's so wack

You should take a tip from the one Frank Black

Play some pachinko, play some parcheesi

Cuz all that angst shit is just cheesy

It's the 311 bliss, too smooth for piss

Lyrics talkin loud again, yeah we are the party men

Cosmetics that you fretted, we sport the high asthetic

Here go rap kickin the dazzled crazy mathematic



I am what I am, mix some old school jams

Onto tape, cuz the party's in the crates I scan

Step into the realm, what'cha gonna do

Give the party people something funky to listen to



Misdirected hostility, that's what you got see

Misdirected hostility, that's what you got see

Misdirected hostility, that's what you got see

Misdirected hostility, that's what you got see



Bodyrock pop and lock here's an example

Boulevard chrome beats always ampin your temple

Punks get got in the age of hip hop

It's just begun like stolen bikes on the blacktop

Born to sing a lyric immaculately concepted

No strain in your game if your game is respected

Come as you are, radio star

Drown out the hatred with a rhyme an electric guitar

Dispatched when rap shattered the glass of radio access

May we turn some soul on their rythmless dances

You know the time and they'll know the scoop

They'll say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap group



Your rhymes have been outmoded

Your rhymes have been outmoded

Your rhymes have been outmoded

Your rhymes have been outmoded



Your rhymes have been outmoded, so just quit your bellyachin'

You're saying that your tortured, give me a fuckin' break, and

Maybe take out the source of your disparing

What do I mean, kick the fuckin' heroin

I speak from experience, because I didn't see clearly once

Acting like I dunce

In 1989 I was cocaine and Jim Beam

But now it's 95 and I'm ginseng



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