"Misdirected Hostility" lyrics
I'm not the type to just act like I know
Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a show
Speaking on nothing makes you a stunt
I'll tell you right here yo I don't front
I cross the Ts 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 the high aesthetic
Here go rap kicking the dazzled crazy mathematic
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
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
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 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 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 belly achin'
You're saying that you're tortured
Give me a fuckin' 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 clearly once
Acting like I dunce
In 1989 I was cocaine and 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
Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a show
Speaking on nothing makes you a stunt
I'll tell you right here yo I don't front
I cross the Ts 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 the high aesthetic
Here go rap kicking the dazzled crazy mathematic
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
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
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 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 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 belly achin'
You're saying that you're tortured
Give me a fuckin' 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 clearly once
Acting like I dunce
In 1989 I was cocaine and 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
Writer(s): Douglas Vincent Martinez, Nicholas Hexum
