Now, I'm not the type to just act like I know

Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a show

Speakin' on nothin' makes you a stunt

I'll tell you right here yo, I won't front

I cross the T's and skip non legitimacies

Or else, please I cannot handle all the negative vibe merchants

Is that all you have in you perchance

So much angst an' pain, it's so wack

You should take a tip from the one, Frank Black

Play some Pachinko, play some Parcheesi

Because all the angst *** is just cheesy It's the 311 bliss, too smooth for pissed

Lyrics talkin' loud again, yeah, we are the party men

Cosmetics that you fretted, we sport a high aesthetic Here go rap kickin' the dazzled crazy mathematic

(C'mon)

I am what I am, mix some old school jams

Onto tape 'cuz the party's in the crates, I scan

Step into the realm, what you gonna do

Get the party people somethin' 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 It's body rock, 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 a blacktop

(C'mon) 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

(Yeah) Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of radio access

May we turn some soul on their rythmless 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 sayin' that you're tortured

Give me a fuckin' break and maybe

Take out the source of your disparin'

What do I mean? Kick the fuckin' heroin I speak from experience

Because I didn't see clearly

Actin' like a dunce in 1989

I was Cocaine an' 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