Misdirected Hostility - 311

Now 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 won’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 and 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 s--- is just cheesy

It’s a 311 bliss too smooth for pissed

lyrics talkin loud again, yeah we are the party men

cosmetics that you fretted we sport the high aesthetic

here go rap kickin the dazzled crazy mathematic (come on)

I am what I am mix some old school jams

on to 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, 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 ampin’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 bellyachin'

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

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

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