Letra de Misdirected Hostility
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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
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 shit 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, unh
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 (get funky)
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 fuckin break and
maybe take out the source of your despairing
what do I mean, kick the fuckin' heroin
I speak from experience cause I didn't see clearly once
acting like a dunce, in 1989 I was cocaine and Jim Beam
but now it's '97 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
When, we (??) the mic, we be the (??)
we know it all y'all, we know it all
(???)
we're gonna rock it like that
rock it like yeah
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 shit 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, unh
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 (get funky)
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 fuckin break and
maybe take out the source of your despairing
what do I mean, kick the fuckin' heroin
I speak from experience cause I didn't see clearly once
acting like a dunce, in 1989 I was cocaine and Jim Beam
but now it's '97 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
When, we (??) the mic, we be the (??)
we know it all y'all, we know it all
(???)
we're gonna rock it like that
rock it like yeah
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