You're sayin' that you're tortured
Here go rap kickin' the dazzled crazy mathematic
Get the party people somethin' funky to listen to
Your rhymes have been outmoded
I am what I am, mix some old school jams
It's the 311 bliss, too smooth for pissed
Play some Pachinko, play some Parcheesi
Because all the angst shit is just cheesy
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Because I didn't see clearly
I speak from experience
What do I mean? Kick the fuckin' heroin
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Punks get got in the age of hip hop
(Yeah)
(C'mon)
You should take a tip from the one, Frank Black
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
You know the time and they'll know the scoop
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Step into the realm, what you gonna do
I was Cocaine an' Jim Beam
Speakin' on nothin' makes you a stunt
It's body rock, pop and lock, here's an example
Come as you are, radio star
Or else, please
So much angst an' pain, it's so wack
Give me a fuckin' break and maybe
Take out the source of your disparin'
(C'mon)
Cosmetics that you fretted, we sport a high aesthetic
I cannot handle all the negative vibe merchants
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Born to sing a lyric, immaculately concepted
I cross the T's and skip non legitimacies
No strain in your game, if your game is respected
It's just begun like stolen bikes on a blacktop
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got
So just quit your belly achin'
Drown out the hatred with a rhyme an' electric guitar
Is that all you have in you perchance
Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of radio access
Onto tape 'cuz the party's in the crates, I scan
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
Lyrics talkin' loud again, yeah, we are the party men
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
They'll say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap group
Boulevard Chrome beats always ampin' your temple
I'll tell you right here yo, I won't front
But now it's 95 and I'm Ginseng
Actin' like a dunce in 1989
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
May we turn some soul on their rythmless dances
Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see
