Now, I'm not the type to act like I know Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a Speakin' on nothin' you a stunt I'll tell you right here yo, I won't 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 take a tip from the one, Frank Black Play Pachinko, play some Parcheesi Because all the angst is just cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too smooth for Lyrics loud again, yeah, we are the party men Cosmetics that you fretted, we sport a high
Here go rap the dazzled crazy mathematic (C'mon) I am what I am, mix some old jams tape 'cuz the party's in the crates, I scan Step 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 beats always ampin' your get got in the age of hip hop It's just 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 an' electric guitar (Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of access May we some soul on their rythmless dances You know the time and they'll know the They'll say it was a and a beat of a rap group
Your rhymes have outmoded Your have been outmoded rhymes have been outmoded Your rhymes been outmoded
Your rhymes been outmoded So just quit belly achin' You're sayin' you're tortured Give me a fuckin' break and Take out the source of disparin' What do I Kick the fuckin' heroin
I speak from Because I see clearly like a dunce in 1989 I was Cocaine an' Jim But now it's 95 and I'm
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