Non-Prophets - New Word Order lyrics

[Non-Prophets - New Word Order lyrics]

You ain't got no style
You ain't got no style
You ain't got no style
You ain't got no style
Emcees, they ain't got no style
Emcees ain't got no style
Your Producer, he ain't got no style
Your Producer ain't got no style
DJs, they ain't got no style
DJs ain't got no style
Your girl, she ain't got no style
Your girl ain't got no style

Internet gross exaggerations of the
Truth is often stranger
Than the fiction novel idea think groups
Shoot from the hip hop upon
Another band wagon Tales from
The Crypt walking off the plank
And on the sails of life insurance for the
Living dead beat box away your problem child
Care package incomplete
Control freaks of the industry rule
Number four thousand and
Eighty one too many children killed in school
Work away a part time summer
Job hunt for the best
Deal under the sun block the
Barnyard punch the clock
Knock into next week memory deleted
Any concept of time sheets
Of acid rain drops to start rolling
A dislocated joint custody of
The moment you’re holding onto dead
Art forms and technique
1200 hobos beg for change ups
In your wack beat

West Coast, ain't got no style
The West Coast ain't got no style
East Coast, ain't got no style
The East Coast ain't got no style
Midwest, ain't got no style
The Midwest ain't got no style
Down South definitely got no style
Down South ain't got no style

This is Sage Francister fist fuck
Face the facts of
Life on the run DMC tapes are smacked
Into a million pieces not the word
To play for the love
Of the game and the arrangement of what I say
Lean solutions for the dangerously
Over WAIT JUST
A MINUTE rice cakes have carbohydrates
Factory phat farm animal instincts
For legs good, eight legs insects
Anticonquistador prize play this record
Backwards satanic Vegas
Baby, Vegas how I come across section
Part of town house music, turn it off
The topic of the evening news paper, rock
Scissor leg kick this one here
For me and my dj
Red alert the masses of the words that I say
"ALL YOU SUCKA MCs WONT YOU
Please come out and play?"

I made a personal journal entry
Level position to get paid
Time over working paper chase
The dragon breath spray
Minty fresh mouth guard against the death Ray
Charles in charge credit cards are dealt
Let’s play
A word association game for ages 8
And up your ass hole out
Of stuffed turkey dinner plate and
Cut the microphone for help
Wanted dead or alive from New York
It’s Saturday Night Fever running high
From George Bush fire god speed
Racer go go dancer
In the dark angel hair trigger gun show
Me the money bags of unmarked
Bill collector’s special edition
Extra extra strength of non prophets of rage
Non profiteering up your corporation’s
Tax claims non-prophecies
Are non profitable nowadays but heeyyyy!

Street Teens, ain't got no style
Street Teens ain't got no style
Record companies, ain't got no style
Record companies got no style
Major Labels, ain't got no style
Major labels ain't got no style
Independentartists, ain't got no style
Indie artists ain't got no style

Beat Boxers, ain't got no style
The Beat Boxers ain't got no style
B-Boys, ain't got no style
The B-Boys ain't got no style
Ruff Riders, they ain't got no style
The Ruff Riders ain't got no style
Your Momma, ain't got no style
Your Momma ain't got no style

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