Now, I'm not the to just act like I know Puttin' on an angle, on a show Speakin' on nothin' makes you a tell you right here yo, I won't front I the T's and skip non legitimacies Or else,
I cannot handle all the vibe merchants Is all you have in you perchance So much an' pain, it's so wack You should a tip from the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, play some 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 kickin' the crazy mathematic (C'mon) I am what I am, mix some old school Onto tape 'cuz the party's in the crates, I into the realm, what you gonna do Get the party people funky to listen to
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It's body rock, pop and lock, an example Chrome beats always 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 Come as you are, star Drown out the with a rhyme an' electric guitar (Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of access May we turn some soul on rythmless dances You the time and they'll know the scoop say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap group
Your rhymes been outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded rhymes have been outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded
Your rhymes have outmoded So just quit your belly sayin' that you're tortured Give me a break and maybe Take out the source of your What do I mean? the fuckin' heroin
I from experience Because I didn't see like a dunce in 1989 I was an' Jim Beam But now 95 and I'm Ginseng
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