Song | Times Ain't Fair |
Artist | Souls of Mischief |
Album | No Man's Land |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
Phesto: | |
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. | |
Tajai: | |
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? | |
Huh? | |
Two to the head? | |
Huh? | |
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. | |
Chorus | |
"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." | |
Opio: | |
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. | |
A-plus: | |
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. | |
Chorus | |
Tajai: | |
See | |
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. | |
Opio: | |
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. | |
A-plus: | |
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. | |
Phesto: | |
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, | |
[chorus] |
zuo ci : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
Phesto: | |
Everybody, come and get some get up and go. | |
Get rid of that no | |
Cando 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. | |
Tajai: | |
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? | |
Huh? | |
Two to the head? | |
Huh? | |
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. | |
Chorus | |
" 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." | |
Opio: | |
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. | |
Aplus: | |
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 9tre. | |
It' s not a little joke. | |
I gots to rhyme a little more, | |
So i' m fin ta go | |
And scoop a fortyo. | |
I' m under 21, but then my sack is known as so. | |
To the show we go | |
Place a big stoge on the bridge, 80. | |
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. | |
Chorus | |
Tajai: | |
See | |
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. | |
Opio: | |
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, breaka dawn. | |
Aplus: | |
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. | |
Phesto: | |
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, | |
chorus |
zuò cí : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
Phesto: | |
Everybody, come and get some get up and go. | |
Get rid of that no | |
Cando 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. | |
Tajai: | |
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? | |
Huh? | |
Two to the head? | |
Huh? | |
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. | |
Chorus | |
" 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." | |
Opio: | |
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. | |
Aplus: | |
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 9tre. | |
It' s not a little joke. | |
I gots to rhyme a little more, | |
So i' m fin ta go | |
And scoop a fortyo. | |
I' m under 21, but then my sack is known as so. | |
To the show we go | |
Place a big stoge on the bridge, 80. | |
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. | |
Chorus | |
Tajai: | |
See | |
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. | |
Opio: | |
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, breaka dawn. | |
Aplus: | |
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. | |
Phesto: | |
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, | |
chorus |