Misdirected Hostility

Now 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 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
 'Cuz 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
 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, whatcha gonna do?
 Give 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)
 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 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 and a little 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 bellyachin'
 You're saying 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 once
 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 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)