Now, I'm not the type to just act like I Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a Speakin' on makes you a stunt I'll tell you right here yo, I won't I cross the T's and non legitimacies Or else,
I cannot handle all the negative merchants Is that all you in you perchance So angst an' pain, it's so wack You take a tip from the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, play Parcheesi Because all the angst 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 sport a high
Here go rap the dazzled crazy mathematic (C'mon) I am what I am, mix old school jams Onto tape the party's in the crates, I scan Step into the realm, what you do Get the party people somethin' 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 begun like bikes on a blacktop (C'mon)
Born to sing a lyric, concepted No strain in your game, if your is respected 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 the scoop They'll say it was a and a beat of a rap group
Your have been outmoded Your rhymes have been Your rhymes have been Your rhymes been outmoded
Your rhymes have been So quit your belly achin' You're that you're tortured Give me a fuckin' break and Take out the source of disparin' What do I Kick the fuckin' heroin
I speak experience Because I didn't see Actin' like a in 1989 I was an' Jim Beam But now 95 and I'm Ginseng
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