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Now 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 won't front I cross the t's and skip nonlegitimacies, or else please I cannot handle all the negative vibe merchants is that all you have in you per chance so much angst and 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 a 311 bliss too smooth for pissed lyrics talkin loud again, yeah we are the party men cosmetics that you fretted we sport the high aesthetic here go rap kickin the dazzled crazy mathematic (come on) I am what I am mix some old school jams on to tape cuz the party's in the crates I scan step into the realm, what you gonna do give the party people something funky, unh 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 SongtexteBodyrock 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 rhythmless dances (get funky) you know the time and they'll know the scoop they'll 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 quit your bellyachin' you're saying that your tortured give me a fuckin break and maybe take out the source of your despairing what do I mean, kick the fuckin' heroin I speak from experience cause I didn't see clearly once acting like a dunce, in 1989 I was cocaine and Jim Beam but now it's '97 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 When, we (??) the mic, we be the (??) we know it all y'all, we know it all (???) we're gonna rock it like that rock it like yeah Aus Songtexte Mania