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.