Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez] Now I'm not the type to just act like I know Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a show Speakin' 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, perchance? 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 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) [Pre-Chorus 1: Doug "SA" Martinez] I am what I am, mix some old school jams Onto tape 'cause the party's in the crates I scan Step into the realm, what you gonna do? Get the party people something funky to listen to [Chorus: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez] 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 (got, got…) [Verse 3: Doug "SA" Martinez, Nick Hexum] (Ooh) 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 the blacktop (Come on) [Pre-Chorus 2: Doug "SA" Martinez, Nick Hexum] Born to sing a lyric immaculately concepted (Uh) No strain in your game if your game is respected Come (Uh) as you are, radio star Drown out the hatred with a rhyme and electric guitar (Yeah) [Verse 4: Doug "SA" Martinez] 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 [Interlude: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez] Your rhymes have been outmoded Your rhymes have been outmoded Your rhymes have been outmoded Your rhymes have been outmoded [Verse 4: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez, Both] (Uh) Your rhymes have been outmoded so just quit your belly achin' You're saying that you're tortured, give me a fuckin' break and Maybe take out the source of your dispairin' What do I mean? Kick the fuckin' heroin I speak from experience, because I didn't see clearly once Actin' like I dunce In 1989 I was cocaine and Jim Beam But now it's '95 and I'm ginseng [Chorus: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez] Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see A-misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's what you got, see Misdirected hostility, that's what you got (got, got…) [Outro: Doug "SA" Martinez & Nick Hexum] Boom bap, boom boom boom ba-bap Boom bap, boom boom boom ba-bap Boom bap, boom boom boom ba-bap Boom bap, boom boom boom boom ba-bap