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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
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 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...
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
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 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...
Lyrics submitted by pen1234567
Track duration: 02:59
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definitely one of my favorite 311 rap songs.
Like alot of SA's lyrics i think hes talking about how hes better than all of these Rappers out there with "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
I think mainstream RAP nowadays is pretty shitty, lyrics-wise. The beats are ok but not the rhymes like 311.
Your rhymes have been outmoded!
"punks get got in the age of hip hop",
"come as you are radio star
drown out the hatred with a rhyme, an electric guitar
Come as you are is obviously a nirvana song, and drown out the hatred with a rhyme and electric guitar? Sure fits the bill.
"may we turn some soul on their rhythmless dances"
Sounds like "punk" dancing to me.
you're saying that your tortured
give me a f---in break and
maybe take out the source of your despairing
what do I mean, kick the f---in' heroin" - Kurt was said to have a stomach problem that caused him alot of pain, and as evryone knows, he had a serios heroin addiction