Now, I'm not the type to just act I know Puttin' on an angle, on a show on nothin' makes you a stunt I'll tell you right here yo, I front I cross the T's and skip non Or else,
I handle all the negative vibe merchants Is that all you have in you So much angst an' pain, it's so You should a tip from the one, Frank Black some Pachinko, play some Parcheesi Because all the angst shit is just
It's the 311 bliss, too for pissed Lyrics talkin' loud again, yeah, we are the 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 Onto tape 'cuz the party's in the crates, I Step the realm, what you gonna do Get the party people somethin' to listen to
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It's body rock, pop and lock, here's an Boulevard Chrome beats ampin' your temple get got in the age of hip hop It's begun like stolen bikes on a blacktop (C'mon)
Born to a lyric, immaculately concepted No strain in your game, if your game is Come as you are, radio Drown out the hatred with a rhyme an' electric (Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of radio May we turn some soul on their rythmless You know the time and they'll know the say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap group
Your rhymes have been rhymes have been outmoded Your rhymes have been Your rhymes have been
Your rhymes have outmoded So just your belly achin' You're sayin' that you're me a fuckin' break and maybe Take out the source of your What do I Kick the fuckin' heroin
I from experience Because I didn't see Actin' a dunce in 1989 I was Cocaine an' Jim But now it's 95 and I'm
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