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     Misdirected Hostility
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        Now I'm not the type to 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 don't front.
    I cross the T's and skip the nonlegiments.
    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 wack
    You should take a top from the one Frank Black.
    Play some Pachinko, play some Parcheesi.
    Cause all the angst shit is just cheesy.

    Its the 311 bliss too smooth for pissed.
    Lyrics talkin too loud again.
    Yeah we are the party men.
    Cosmetics that you fretted.
    We sport the high asthetic.
    Here we go rap kickin the dazzled crazy mathematic.
    I am what I am, mix some old school jams on to the tape cuz 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, thats what you got see.
    Misdirected hostility, thats what you got see.
    Misdirected hostility, thats what you got see.
    Misdirected hostility, thats what you got see.

    Bodyrock pop and lock, here's an example.
    Boulevard chrome beats, always ampin your temple.
    Punks get 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.
    And electric guitar dispatched when rap shattered.
    The glass of radio access.

    May we turn some soul on their rhythemless 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 belly achin'.
    You're saying that you're tourchered.
    Give me a fucking break and maybe take out the source,
    of your disbearing what do i mean?
    Kick the fucking heroin.
    I speak from experience.
    Because I didn't speak clearly once.
    Acting like a dunce.
    In 1989, I was cocaine and Jim Beam.
    But now its 95' and I'm Ginseng.

    Misdirected hostility, thats what you got see.
    Misdirected hostility, thats what you got see.
    Misdirected hostility, thats what you got see.
    Misdirected hostility, thats what you got see.
     
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