Now I'm not the type to just act like I know

Putting 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 Ts and skip non-legitimacies, 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 whack

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 talking loud again, yeah, we are the party men

Cosmetics that you fretted, we sport the high aesthetic

Here go, rap kicking the dazzled crazy mathematic

I am what I am, mix some old school jams

On to tape 'cause the party's in the crates I scan

Step into the realm, what you 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



Bodyrock pop and lock, here's an example

Boulevard chrome beats always amping 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

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

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 bellyaching

You're saying that your tortured

Give me a fucking break

And maybe take out the source of your despairing

What do I mean, kick the fucking heroin!

I speak from experience

Because I didn't see clearly once, acting like a 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...