Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That Ain't Right, artist - Non Prophets. Album song Hope, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.10.2003
Record label: LEX
Song language: English
That Ain't Right |
| While emcees were burning ism I earned degrees in journalism |
| Learning the system and about how freedom of speech is worth killing for |
| But watch what you say in all those interviews! |
| You’re in limbo? |
| WELL WE’RE IN LIMBO TOO! |
| Contact the dead to get advice from Anne Landers |
| Transmit personal problems like head lice in bandanas |
| The big man on campus has delusions of grandure |
| Doing a thesis on ebonics, unconsciously using poor grammar |
| Your mannerisms are suitable to cancer victims |
| How much opposition does it take for your stance or position |
| To dance to this rhythm? |
| (you're jignorant, baby!) |
| Dance to this rhythm. |
| (Go ahead, baby!) |
| Ah, forget it. |
| It’s actually accepted for rappers to have no ethics |
| Their albums would benefit if they put in half the effort |
| I attended candle light vigils for Matthew Sheppard |
| While you put out another fuck you, faggot record |
| That Ain’t Right |
| I blame my hate mail on typographical errors |
| Correct the mispellings and then send out thank you notes for the love letters |
| Accept rejection when I get a return to sender |
| Reject acceptance when the girl’s got an agenda |
| I’ve entered this Brave New World of true cowards |
| Talkin''bout, No one goes to shows no more. |
| They’re too crowded. |
| So they stay home and burn shit |
| Then they say, I downloaded your life off the net. |
| Totally worth it. |
| It’s 2003. Time to stop acting like assholes |
| It ain’t about backpackers or cash flow |
| Fashionable afros, salon style dreds or frat clothes |
| And it ain’t about these fuckin’loud mouths shoutin, BATTLE! |
| African medalions didn’t sell platinum albums |
| That’s part of the reason why you think hiphop died |
| It was here before you were. |
| It’ll be here in the future |
| Life’s not a bitch, she’s just sick of being personified |
| That Ain’t Right |
| This household is filled with the half-deads |
| They’ve got a mouthfull of pills because they’re crack heads |
| They shout that I’m ill, but they’re doubtful of skill |
| With the type of stabbing that turns my back red |
| I don’t blast lead, I write until my pen explodes |
| All over fashion dreds and your Echo clothes |
| I don’t listen when they say, Shit ain’t ever gonna change, |
| and they say I ain’t got no soooooouuuuuul. |