[a-plus]
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
[a-plus]
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
[a-plus]
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
[opio]
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
[som]
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
[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 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
[tajai]
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
[som]
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
