Misdirected Hostility Lyrics - Hydroponic - 311

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

Puttin' on an angle, puttin' on a show 

Speakin' on nothin' 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 an' pain, it's so wack 

You should take a tip from the one, Frank Black 

Play some Pachinko, play some Parcheesi 

Because 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 a high aesthetic 

Here go rap kickin' the dazzled crazy mathematic 

(C'mon) 

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 

Get the party people somethin' 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 

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 a blacktop 

(C'mon) 

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 

(Yeah) 

Dispatched when rap, shattered, the glass of radio access 

May we turn some soul on their rythmless 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 sayin' 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 

Actin' like a dunce in 1989 

I was Cocaine an' 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