Misdirected Hostility

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

Putting 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 non-legitimacies

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 the 311 bliss

Too smooth for pissed

Lyrics talking loud again

Yeah, we are the party men

Cosmetics that you fretted

We sport a high aesthetic

Here go rap, kicking the dazzled

Crazy mathematic (Come on)

I am what I am, mix some old school jams

On a tape, 'cause the party's in the crates

I can step into the realm, what you gonna do?

Give the party people something funky to listen to

Misdirected hostility

That's what you gotta see

Misdirected hostility

That's what you gotta see

Misdirected hostility

That's what you gotta see

Misdirected hostility

That's what you got

Body rock, pop and lock, here's an example

Boulevard chrome beats always amping your temple

Punks get got in the age of Hip-Hop

It's just begun, like stolen bikes on the blacktop (Come on)

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 and electric guitar (Yeah)

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 bellyaching

You're saying that you're tortured

Give me a fucking break and

Maybe take out the source

Of your despairing

What do I mean?

Kick the fucking heroin

I speak from experience

Because I didn't see it clearly

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 gotta see

Misdirected hostility

That's what you gotta see

Misdirected hostility

That's what you gotta see

Misdirected hostility

That's what you got