Now, I'm not the to just act like I know Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a Speakin' on nothin' you a stunt I'll tell you right yo, I won't front I cross the T's and skip non Or else,
I cannot handle all the vibe merchants Is that all you in you perchance So much angst an' pain, it's so You take a tip from the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, play Parcheesi Because all the angst shit is cheesy
the 311 bliss, too smooth for pissed Lyrics loud 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 I am, mix some old school jams tape 'cuz the party's in the crates, I scan Step into the realm, what you do Get the people somethin' funky to listen to
hostility, that's what you got, see Misdirected hostility, what you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's you got
It's body rock, pop and lock, here's an Boulevard Chrome beats ampin' your temple get got in the age of hip hop It's just begun stolen bikes on a blacktop (C'mon)
to sing a lyric, immaculately concepted No strain in your game, if your is respected as you are, radio star Drown out the with a rhyme an' electric guitar (Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the of radio access May we turn some soul on rythmless dances You know the and they'll know the scoop They'll say it was a and a beat of a rap group
Your rhymes been outmoded Your have been outmoded Your rhymes have been Your rhymes have outmoded
Your have been outmoded So just quit your achin' You're sayin' that tortured Give me a fuckin' and maybe Take out the source of your do I mean? Kick the fuckin' heroin
I from experience Because I see clearly Actin' like a dunce in I was an' Jim Beam But now 95 and I'm Ginseng
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