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Misdirected Hostility Lyrics By 311
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 don't front
I cross the T's and skip nonlegitimacies
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 whack
You should take a tip from the one Frank Black
Play some pachinko play some parcheesi
Cause all the angst shit is just cheesy
Its the 311 bliss too smoothed for pissed
Lyrics talkin loud again
Yeah we are the party men
Cosmetics that you fretted
We sport the high asthetic
Here go rap kickin the dazzled crazy mathematic
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
Give the party people something funky to listen to
(chorus)
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 gotta see
Bodyrock 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 blacktopborn to sing a lyric
Immaculately concepted
No strain in your game if your game is respected
Come as you are radio star
Drownout the hatred with a rhyme
And 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'l know the scoop
They'l 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 bellyachin'
You're saying that you're tortured
Give me a fucking break and
Maybe take out the source
Of your disparing 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
(chorus)
Putting on an angle putting on a show
Speaking on nothing makes you a stunt
I'll tell you right here yo I don't front
I cross the T's and skip nonlegitimacies
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 whack
You should take a tip from the one Frank Black
Play some pachinko play some parcheesi
Cause all the angst shit is just cheesy
Its the 311 bliss too smoothed for pissed
Lyrics talkin loud again
Yeah we are the party men
Cosmetics that you fretted
We sport the high asthetic
Here go rap kickin the dazzled crazy mathematic
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
Give the party people something funky to listen to
(chorus)
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 gotta see
Bodyrock 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 blacktopborn to sing a lyric
Immaculately concepted
No strain in your game if your game is respected
Come as you are radio star
Drownout the hatred with a rhyme
And 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'l know the scoop
They'l 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 bellyachin'
You're saying that you're tortured
Give me a fucking break and
Maybe take out the source
Of your disparing 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
(chorus)