Now, I'm not the to just act like I know Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a Speakin' on nothin' you a stunt tell you right here yo, I won't front I cross the T's and skip non Or else,
I cannot handle all the vibe merchants Is that all you in you perchance So much angst an' pain, so wack You should take a tip the one, Frank Black Play some Pachinko, play some all the angst shit is just cheesy
It's the 311 bliss, too for pissed Lyrics talkin' loud again, yeah, we are the men that you fretted, we sport a high aesthetic
Here go rap kickin' the dazzled mathematic (C'mon) I am what I am, mix old school jams Onto 'cuz the party's in the crates, I scan Step the realm, what you gonna do Get the people somethin' funky to listen to
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It's body rock, pop and lock, an example Boulevard Chrome always ampin' your temple get got in the age of hip hop It's just begun stolen bikes on a blacktop (C'mon)
Born to a lyric, immaculately 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)
when rap, shattered, the glass of radio access May we turn some soul on their dances You know the and they'll know the scoop They'll say it was a and a beat of a rap group
Your rhymes been outmoded Your rhymes have been Your have been outmoded Your rhymes have outmoded
Your have been outmoded So just quit belly achin' You're sayin' you're tortured Give me a fuckin' break and out the source of your disparin' What do I Kick the fuckin' heroin
I speak experience I didn't see clearly Actin' like a in 1989 I was an' Jim Beam But now 95 and I'm Ginseng
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