Souls Of Mischief

Souls Of Mischief - Times Ain't Fair lyrics

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Everybody  come and get some get up and go.
 Get rid of that no
 Can do attitude
 And expand and brace
 the obstacles you face.
 Ain't no time to waste.
 Rhymin' pays.
 Never was it worth doin' crime to stay
 on your record when ya try to get And point it.
 I avoid it.
 Like being exploited.
 Couldn't leave my people disappointed.
 I know you want it
 So i'm gunna flaut it.
 It'll be here and gone just that fast.
 You better bust that ass.
 Nothing's inconcievable.
 Anything is possible.
 Never let them deceive you.


 Life's full of dilemas.
 I contend to that.
 I be looking out my window wondering "What will I catch?"
 Will it be...
 A good job?
 Two to the head?
 Maybe HIV so i can join the ranks of the living dead.
 But, hey Tajai gotta press on.
 I'm late for class
 As I think of the choices my life rests on.
 I could buss my gat,
 Cook some crack,
 Master calculus,
 Build houses,
 And make a stack.
 Either wayI
 Depending on the dues i pay.
 No, you can't go,
 So stick with it.
 You won't get it
 If you lay and stall.
 Then don't be in it for the long haul.
 Yeah, you know they wrong ya'll.
 But we gots to get it on ya'll.


 "Time's ain't fair
 But that's the way I play.
 No one can compare.
 And that's the way I stay.
 This is how we do it every singular day.
 So what you tryin' ta say?
 Well, let me show you the right way."


 If you're with me then you're all about making money.
 So throw your hands in the air cuz ain't shit for free.
 Nigga, Oakland California is the place to be.
 It gets hectic see.
 I just connect to free
 My mind
 And write rhymes,
 So I don't get caught up
 Or get shot up.
 Plus the fuzz think I got the product??
 I don't cut lines, I don't have to.
 But if you look like a playa, they harass you.
 I make cash from doing shows from state to state.
 But still task on the run that license his plate.
 I don't trip cuz it's all in vain.
 Your daughter knows my name.
 Ask the broad the game.


 People applaude the Famous
 Never lame.
 Just rhyming to your brain, buss.
 You're acting and that's a shame.
 Cuz I set examples say in 9-tre.
 It's not a little joke.
 I gots to rhyme a little more,
 So I'm fin ta go
 And scoop a forty-o.
 I'm under 21, but then my sack is known as so.
 To the show we go
 Place a big stoge on the bridge, 8-0.
 A club with foes and hoes.
 I want high class bitches
 With the ass that switches.
 When I get them, they be due soon as the Ad. is finished.
 Make me me feel like I'm living on the wrong planet.
 Strong as granite.
 It's the Souls with the song that's demanded.



 only the paid gets to mack and frollick.
 They got their wallets.
 So, what's your holler?
 Strive to be a scholar.
 Attract the knowledge gained.
 Whatever called itself same.
 Attract the knowledge changed.
 To get you far in this game.


 Turn the page and let the ray turn out the felt tip.
 Let the ladies melt, strip.
 To the bow, I'm slick.
 Souls of Mischief coming slicker than the rest confess.
 We press on.
 How I'm livin',
 from the break, break-a dawn.


 All ya fakes that's on ,
 the microphone, Go home.
 I'm from the land, man
 niggas make you roam with chrome
 I stay at home.
 I like ta bone, I'm grown.
 I got a flow that's known.
 In the O, I hold my own.


 Yeah, baby come and have a seat with Phes.
 Together we can defeat the stress
 And chill
 If you got that sex appeal.
 I'll caress you till the morning.
 On and on, annnnnnd,

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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Jive


Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: No Man's Land (1995)

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