Non-Prophets – That Ain't Right lyrics

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 faggot", record That

Ain't Right I
blame my hate mail on typographical errors Correct
the mispellings and then send out thank you notes for the love letters Accept
rejection when I get a return to sender 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 dreds or frat clothes And
it ain't about these fuckin' loud mouths shoutin "BATTLE, "!African

medalions 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 mouthfull 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 soooooouuuuuul