Misdirected Hostility

Not I'm not the type to just act like I know

Puttin on an angle putting on a show

Speaking on nothing makes you a stunt

I'll tell you right here yo I don't front

I cross the t's and skip nonlegitimacies

Or else please

I cannot handle all the negative vibe merchants

Is that all you have in you per chance

So much angst an pain it's so wack

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 the 311 bliss too smooth for pissed

Lyrics talkin loud again

Yeah we are the party men

Cosmetics that you fretted

We sport the high asthetic

Here go rap kickin the dazzled crazy mathematic

I am what I am mix some old school jams onto tape cuz the

Party's in the crates I scan step into the realm

What you gonna do

Get 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 see

Bodyrock pop and lock here's an example

Boulevard chrome beats always ampin your temple

Punks get got in the age of hip hop

It's just begun like stolen bikes on the blacktopborn 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 quityourbellyachin'

You're saying that your tortured

Give me a fuckin break and

Maybe take out the source

Of your disparing what do I mean

Kick the fuckin heroin

I speak from experience

Because I didn't see clearly once

Acting like I 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 see