Текстове на песни: Souls of Mischief. That Ain't Life.

Yeah, push the button and the planet blows
That ain't right
Niggas be actin' like animals
That ain't right

Bustin' 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 shiverin'
Like a drunk nigga with no mo gin

One more again
Rollin' with the sons of the sun
I got love when I come
Put away your gun, that's dumb

We ain't sissy nigga, my folks got some
But I never the one that want to be fuckin' up the fun
'Cause I rather have some female company rubbin' me
Sippin', bubbly lookin' 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
Roamin' 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
Shootin? up your boulevard while you was watchin? MTV
Double connect pinched caught you slippin' instantly
You was a prisoner, they plottin' on your seeds

Souls Of Mischief is different, we operate on thieves they panic more
Sniff 'em out like black Labradors
Battle ram doors crackin' 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 preparin' to fight
Whether Aryan knights or sheriffs 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 mornin' topless
That ain't right

They lied to us and robbed us
That ain't right
And if you ain't livin' right
That's death that ain't life

As they come in to great depths
We surpass the summit
Stranglin' 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 millennium
Who the best boy?
Yeah, we askin' 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
And 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
Prayin' like many a mantis is
Though I'm not meanderin' answerless
Meditation that's my medication

Concentration leads to consternation
And conceptual inception
Interspersed interjections
Incite insurmountable insurrections

In the urban sections
Stretchin' 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 shootin' 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

Poisonin' our men