Souls of Mischief Times Ain't Fair Lyrics:
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
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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]
Lyrics: Times Ain't Fair, Souls of Mischief [end]