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 k**ed 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 f** 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 ma**es of the words that I say “ALL YOU su*kA 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 d**h Ray Charles in charge credit cards are dealt, let's play A word a**ociation game for ages 8 and up your a** 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