311 - 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 t’s 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 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
'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
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
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 your tortured
Give me a fuckin' break and
Maybe take out the source of your dispairing
What do I mean? Kick the fuckin 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