311 - Misdirected Hostility - GTP табы

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 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
Cuz all that angst shit is just cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too smooth for piss
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'cha gonna do
Give 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'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 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

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