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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, fagot record
That ain't right
I blame my hate mail on typographical errors Correct the misspellings and then send out Thank you notes for the love letters Accept rejection when I get a return to sender 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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 dreads or frat clothes And it ain't about these fuckin' loud mouths shoutin', 'Battle'
African medallions 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 mouthful 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 soul
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