Now, I'm not the to just act like I know Puttin' on an angle, on a show on nothin' makes you a stunt I'll tell you right yo, I won't front I cross the T's and skip non Or else,
I cannot handle all the negative vibe Is all you have in you perchance So much angst an' pain, it's so You should take a tip from the one, Frank Play some Pachinko, some Parcheesi Because all the angst shit is just
It's the 311 bliss, too for pissed talkin' loud again, yeah, we are the party men Cosmetics that you fretted, we a high aesthetic
Here go rap kickin' the dazzled crazy (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, you gonna do Get the party people somethin' funky to to
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It's rock, pop and lock, here's an example Boulevard Chrome always ampin' your temple get got in the age of hip hop It's just begun like bikes on a blacktop (C'mon)
to sing a lyric, immaculately concepted No strain in your game, if your is respected Come as you are, star out the hatred with a rhyme an' electric guitar (Yeah)
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of radio May we turn soul on their rythmless dances You the time and they'll know the scoop They'll say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap
Your have been outmoded Your rhymes have been Your rhymes have been Your rhymes been outmoded
Your rhymes have been So just your belly achin' You're sayin' that 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 didn't see Actin' like a in 1989 I was an' Jim Beam But now 95 and I'm Ginseng
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