Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That Ain't Life (Climax), artist - Souls Of Mischief. Album song Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
That Ain't Life (Climax) |
Yeah |
Push the button and the planet blows |
That aint right |
Niggas be actin like animals |
That aint right |
Bustin cannons when they brandish those |
That aint right |
Put the mayor in a stranglehold |
That aint right |
What? |
my firm is intense |
Leave permanent imprints |
A nigga was a infant when |
I learned I was gifted |
Knew Id 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 thats dumb |
Whe aint 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 aint right, that aint right! |
Curse like a gat burst |
That aint right |
Ride to church in a black hearse |
That aint right |
Roamin the turf on a crack search |
That aint 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 prisioner 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 youre buried alive |
Your homie barely survived the rest is dead caught up Haters want my head shot up so Im preparin to fight |
Whether aryan knights or sherriffs of vice |
Nigga Im equipped like a terrorist to tear up shit right |
In life everythings fair |
That aint right |
Thats way a nigga dont share |
That aint right |
Your girl left you for a square |
That aint right |
And now you see him everywhere |
That aint right |
Man Im hella broke and jobless |
That aint right |
My sister does mornin topless |
That aint right |
The lied to us and robbed us That aint right |
And if you aint livin right |
Thats death that aint 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 millenium |
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 its 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 mcs like oakland herbal |
And I do it faster than the grand national &twin turbo |
With a jose cuervo |
That aint right |
Nah for real though |
That aint 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 |
Im a semanticist |
Prayin like many a mantis is Though Im not meanderin answerless |
Meditation thats my medication |
Concentration leads to consternation |
And conceptual inception |
Interspersed interjections |
Incite insurmountable insurrections |
In the urban sections |
Stretchin my sharpest weapon |
Precise etchins of lifes lessons, scaled and detailed to perfection |
My imagination, the machinations of deceptive perception |
Come, inspect my collection |
Man they shootin at the product |
That aint right |
I left her at the bus stops |
That aint right |
You just a late night option |
That aint right |
Man I would never trust no cop nigga |
That aint right |
Im getting rich off these tricks |
That aint right |
Man fuck that bitch! |
That aint right |
You confused and want to switch |
That aint right |
And if you aint living right thats death |
That aint life |
Poisonin our men |