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311 - Misdirected Hostility lyrics
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 Chorus |
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