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 shit 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