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Souls Of Mischief

That Ain't Life (Climax)

 

That Ain't Life (Climax)

(album: Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution - 2000)


Yeah
Push the button and the planet blows
That ain't right
Niggas be acting like animals
That ain't right
Busting cannons when they brandish those
That ain't right
Put the mayor in a stranglehold
That ain't right

What? My firm is intense
Leave permanent imprints
A nigga was a infant when
I learned I was gifted
Knew I'd be eternally lifted when I get my turn to rip it
Certainly did and we still in the shit
We forever increase and never decease
Saliva flips when a geek endeavor to speak
Whenever Plea and the four horsemen
Kick your doors in
You shivering
Like a drunk nigga with no mo gin
One more again
Rolling with the sons of the sun
I got love when I come
Put away your gun that's dumb
Whe ain't sissy nigga my folks got some
But I never the one that want to be fucking up the fun
Cause I rather have some female company rubbing me
Sipping bubbly looking lovely in front of me hah
Then I ride out to the Hiero hideout
And my lady friends slide out
Garments regardless if I turn the light out

That ain't right, that ain't right!
Curse like a gat burst
That ain't right
Ride to church in a black hearse
That ain't right
Roaming the turf on a crack search
That ain't right

It's all radio music, corny as the rockettes
Mindless sex objects make the cock get rock hard
So you can't concentrate or see what's next
While they spray the pollutants
And lock down your district and send in lieutenants
Shooting up your boulevard while you was watching MTV
Double connect pinched caught you slipping instantly
You was a prisioner they plotting on your seeds
Souls Of Mischief is different we operate on thieves they panic more
Sniff 'em out like black labradors
Battle ram doors cracking down on your headquarters
Avalanche yours 'til you're buried alive
Your homie barely survived the rest is dead caught up
Haters want my head shot up so I'm preparing to fight
Whether aryan knights or sherriffs of vice
Nigga I'm equipped like a terrorist to tear up shit right

In life everything's fair
That ain't right
That's way a nigga don't share
That ain't right
Your girl left you for a square
That ain't right
And now you see him everywhere
That ain't right
Man I'm hella broke and jobless
That ain't right
My sister does morning topless
That ain't right
The lied to us and robbed us
That ain't right
And if you ain't living right
That's death that ain't life

As they come in to great depths
We surpass the summit
Strangling rhythmic arrangement elements transpose and plummet
I take it back to my roots, vast and infinite
Composition is crafted intricate, jazz I rip it &
Passion indica, smash your syndicate
Before they can ask for sentiments and flow tear gas your tenements
After I flash the emblem
A symbol of the last millenium
Who the best boy?
Yeah we asking anyone
Peg your chest and
Crush your velvet, shatter your pelvic
Hard hat or your helmet spin in the cockpit of a plane
And the tail spins
Still my satin smooth
Patented moves raps scat and
Scoop fatten the groove flatten your crew
Could happened to you
Word it's my propensity to cut back
Instantly change direction at my point of attack and leave tracks
Dilapidated, handicapped and incapacitated
When I ex-sling I silk screen these words in your chest
Spit the verbal infernal burn MC's like Oakland herbal
And I do it faster than the grand national & twin turbo
With a Jose Cuervo

That ain't right
Nah for real though
That ain't right

Prophecy is my offering
Fuck profiting off these profligate tales
These mental paupers be proffering
I await patiently till the time is proper to propagate
My intellectual property
Concentrated abated then trick ya and release it
In synchronous increments
Seemingly seamlessly
I'm a semanticist
Praying like many a mantis is
Though I'm not meandering answerless
Meditation that's my medication
Concentration leads to consternation
And conceptual inception
Interspersed interjections
Incite insurmountable insurrections
In the urban sections
Stretching my sharpest weapon
Precise etchin's of life's lessons, scaled and detailed to perfection
My imagination, the machinations of deceptive perception
Come, inspect my collection

Man they shooting at the product
That ain't right
I left her at the bus stops
That ain't right
You just a late night option
That ain't right
Man I would never trust no cop nigga
That ain't right
I'm getting rich off these tricks
That ain't right
Man fuck that bitch!
That ain't right
You confused and want to switch
That ain't right
And if you ain't living right that's death
That ain't life

Poisoning our men

done

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