| Song | Misdirected Hostility |
| Artist | 311 |
| Album | Live |
| Lyrics：Hexum/Martinez Music：Hexum | |
| Not I'm not the type to just act like I know | |
| Puttin on an angle putting 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 nonlegitimacies | |
| Or else please | |
| I cannont handle all the negative vibe merchants | |
| Is that all you have in you per chance | |
| 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 | |
| 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 asthetic | |
| 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 | |
| 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 see | |
| 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 | |
| An electric guitar dispatched when rap shattered | |
| The glass of radio access | |
| May we turn some soul on their rythmless dances | |
| You know the time and they'l know the scoop | |
| They'l 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 quityourbellyachin' | |
| You're saying that your tortured | |
| Give me a fuckin break and | |
| Maybe take out the source | |
| Of your disparing 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 see |
| Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Hexum | |
| Not I' m not the type to just act like I know | |
| Puttin on an angle putting 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 nonlegitimacies | |
| Or else please | |
| I cannont handle all the negative vibe merchants | |
| Is that all you have in you per chance | |
| 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 | |
| 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 asthetic | |
| 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 | |
| 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 see | |
| 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 | |
| An electric guitar dispatched when rap shattered | |
| The glass of radio access | |
| May we turn some soul on their rythmless dances | |
| You know the time and they' l know the scoop | |
| They' l 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 quityourbellyachin' | |
| You' re saying that your tortured | |
| Give me a fuckin break and | |
| Maybe take out the source | |
| Of your disparing 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 see |