Now, I'm not the to just act like I know Puttin' on an angle, on a show Speakin' on nothin' you a stunt I'll you right here yo, I won't front I cross the T's and skip non Or else,
I cannot handle all the vibe merchants Is all you have in you perchance So angst an' pain, it's so wack You should a tip from the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, play Parcheesi all the angst shit is just cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too for pissed Lyrics talkin' again, yeah, we are the party men Cosmetics that you fretted, we a high aesthetic
Here go rap the dazzled crazy mathematic (C'mon) I am what I am, mix some old school Onto 'cuz the party's in the crates, I scan into the realm, what you gonna do Get the party somethin' funky to listen to
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It's body rock, pop and lock, an example Boulevard Chrome always ampin' your temple get got in the age of hip hop It's begun like stolen bikes on a blacktop (C'mon)
Born to sing a lyric, concepted No strain in your game, if your game is as you are, radio star Drown out the hatred with a rhyme an' electric (Yeah)
Dispatched rap, shattered, the glass of radio access May we turn some soul on their rythmless You know the and they'll know the scoop They'll say it was a rhyme and a of a rap group
Your have been outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded Your have been outmoded
Your rhymes been outmoded So just quit belly achin' sayin' that you're tortured Give me a fuckin' and maybe Take out the of your disparin' What do I mean? the fuckin' heroin
I from experience I didn't see clearly Actin' like a in 1989 I was an' Jim Beam But now it's 95 and I'm
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