This Ain`t Livin Lyrics

This Ain`t Livin lyrics

What, yeah yeah



Bronx Queens collaboratin



I.G. Off and Hazadous



Another winna, DJ spinna



97, uh, bring it bring it



NYC, NYC...







I like to zone, slip into a world of my own



Let the spirit escape, from its physical home



Where every thought is like a new birth



I had to take a break from the streets



To learn myself or can't get stuck with the curse



Of limitations from my past generations



Find myself still tryin to live up to my mom's expectations



Either you hustle or struggle on this modern day plantation



Chains made through manifestations of the same variation



(Me myself I like to think) that I'm just an angel waitin



While the physical state's trapped on the Earth and with temptations



Either live life all the time or your life is time wasted



Manhood comes with realizin the true worth of what you're chasin



If the end is what we're facin why bring seeds into the population



The prophets say that that the future's ?



P.A. already dead because the ? ain't payin



Lack of food for thought means more mental starvation



The weight of the work is heavy while I'm strivin for rotation



But on our inception be on real a change of direction



Know one's words cut deep so I always speak with discretion



Remind my niggas and bitches that they come from kings and queens



So a wise angel up in the sky can earn its wings, earn its wings yo



Cause love of life is what we bring







Love is life



And life is worth living



If I can't die king than



(This life ain't livin)



? tight, playin the corner every night



? dun, ay yo, ay yo



(This life ain't livin)







Wake up and see what's going on



In the chess games of the gods you're just a pawn



(This life ain't livin)



Wake up and see what's going on



In the projects my peoples we don't belong



(This life ain't livin)







[DJ Spinna cuts]



I begin to G off on the streets



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Sometimes I wonder what MCs be thinkin when they write their verses



Ill rhymes do not consist of 4 bars and 20 curses



With no substance it's worthless, if it doesn't uplift



Ain't all your stories rhyme about the same ? with no new twist?



Impale me at the wrists and let me die with hip hop's sins



On the cross to resurrect and let the culture live again



Deadly with a pen, we started as madmen



? debates, on who was better Kane or Rakim, way back when



Chickens were skeezers, you fought your way out of The Fever



Mix tapes were ten a pop and Kid Capri was on top



Taggin a wall and doin backspins was the true essence of hip hop



Bein hot meant everybody knew you rhymed around the block



But then the hammer cocked, and blew us right back into the present



Eric B's no longer president, I saw the chair vacant



Changed my motto



No one's sittin and waitin, time for regulatin



Now the world is ours for the takin, for the takin, yo yo







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