Now, I'm not the type to just act I know Puttin' on an angle, on a show Speakin' on makes you a stunt I'll tell you right here yo, I won't I cross the T's and non legitimacies Or else,
I cannot all the negative vibe merchants Is all you have in you perchance So much an' pain, it's so wack You should take a tip from the one, Black some Pachinko, play some Parcheesi Because all the angst shit is cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too for pissed Lyrics loud again, yeah, we are the party men Cosmetics you fretted, we sport a high aesthetic
Here go rap the dazzled crazy mathematic (C'mon) I am what I am, mix old school jams tape 'cuz the party's in the crates, I scan Step into the realm, you gonna do Get the people somethin' funky to listen to
hostility, that's what you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's you got, see hostility, that's what you got
It's body rock, pop and lock, here's an 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 sing a lyric, immaculately No strain in your game, if 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 access May we turn some on their rythmless dances You know the time and they'll know the They'll say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap
Your have been outmoded Your rhymes have been rhymes have been outmoded Your rhymes been outmoded
rhymes have been outmoded So just quit your belly You're sayin' that tortured Give me a fuckin' and maybe out the source of your disparin' What do I mean? Kick the fuckin'
I from experience I didn't see clearly Actin' a dunce in 1989 I was an' Jim Beam But now it's 95 and I'm
Misdirected hostility, what you got, see hostility, that's what you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's you got, see hostility, that's what you got