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    Not 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
    Cause all the angst shit is just cheesy

    It's the 311 bliss too smooth for pissed
    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 you gonna do
    Get 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'l know the scoop
    They'l 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 quityourbellyachin'
    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

    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


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