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    Souls Of Mischief / Lyrics

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    "That Ain't Life (Climax)" Lyrics

    Souls Of Mischief

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    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
    Whe 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 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 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 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 mornin' topless
    That ain't right
    The lied to us and robbed us
    That ain't right
    And if you ain't livin' right
    That's death that ain't life

    [Phesto Dee]
    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 & 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
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC.
    Written by Adam Carter, Damani Thompson, Opio Lindsey, Tajai Massey.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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