Misdirected Hostility的吉他谱
Misdirected Hostility的歌词
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 won't front
I cross the Ts 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 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
It's a 311 bliss, too smooth for pissed
Lyrics talking loud again, yeah, we are the party men
Cosmetics that you fretted, we sport the high aesthetic
Here go, rap kicking the dazzled crazy mathematic
I am what I am, mix some old school jams
On to tape 'cause 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
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 amping 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
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 bellyaching
You're saying that your tortured
Give me a fucking break
And maybe take out the source of your despairing
What do I mean, kick the fucking 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...
Putting on an angle, putting on a show
Speaking on nothing makes you a stunt
I'll tell you right here yo I won't front
I cross the Ts 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 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
It's a 311 bliss, too smooth for pissed
Lyrics talking loud again, yeah, we are the party men
Cosmetics that you fretted, we sport the high aesthetic
Here go, rap kicking the dazzled crazy mathematic
I am what I am, mix some old school jams
On to tape 'cause 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
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 amping 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
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 bellyaching
You're saying that your tortured
Give me a fucking break
And maybe take out the source of your despairing
What do I mean, kick the fucking 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...