That Ain't Life Lyrics - Souls Of Mischief

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 

Its all radio music, corny as The Rockettes 

Mindless sex objects make the cock get rock hard 

So you cant concentrate or see whats 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