This Ain`t Livin

What, yeah yeah<br>Bronx Queens collaboratin<br>I.G. Off and Hazadous<br>Another winna, DJ spinna<br>97, uh, bring it bring it<br>NYC, NYC...<br><br>I like to zone, slip into a world of my own<br>Let the spirit escape, from its physical home<br>Where every thought is like a new birth<br>I had to take a break from the streets<br>To learn myself or can`t get stuck with the curse<br>Of limitations from my past generations<br>Find myself still tryin to live up to my mom`s expectations<br>Either you hustle or struggle on this modern day plantation<br>Chains made through manifestations of the same variation<br>(Me myself I like to think) that I`m just an angel waitin<br>While the physical state`s trapped on the Earth and with temptations<br>Either live life all the time or your life is time wasted<br>Manhood comes with realizin the true worth of what you`re chasin<br>If the end is what we`re facin why bring seeds into the population<br>The prophets say that that the future`s ?<br>P.A. already dead because the ? ain`t payin<br>Lack of food for thought means more mental starvation<br>The weight of the work is heavy while I`m strivin for rotation<br>But on our inception be on real a change of direction<br>Know one`s words cut deep so I always speak with discretion<br>Remind my niggas and bitches that they come from kings and queens<br>So a wise angel up in the sky can earn its wings, earn its wings yo<br>Cause love of life is what we bring<br><br>Love is life<br>And life is worth living<br>If I can`t die king than<br>(This life ain`t livin)<br>? tight, playin the corner every night<br>? dun, ay yo, ay yo<br>(This life ain`t livin)<br><br>Wake up and see what`s going on<br>In the chess games of the gods you`re just a pawn<br>(This life ain`t livin)<br>Wake up and see what`s going on<br>In the projects my peoples we don`t belong<br>(This life ain`t livin)<br><br>[DJ Spinna cuts]<br>I begin to G off on the streets<br>? <br><br>Sometimes I wonder what MCs be thinkin when they write their verses<br>Ill rhymes do not consist of 4 bars and 20 curses<br>With no substance it`s worthless, if it doesn`t uplift<br>Ain`t all your stories rhyme about the same ? with no new twist?<br>Impale me at the wrists and let me die with hip hop`s sins<br>On the cross to resurrect and let the culture live again<br>Deadly with a pen, we started as madmen<br>? debates, on who was better Kane or Rakim, way back when<br>Chickens were skeezers, you fought your way out of The Fever<br>Mix tapes were ten a pop and Kid Capri was on top<br>Taggin a wall and doin backspins was the true essence of hip hop<br>Bein hot meant everybody knew you rhymed around the block<br>But then the hammer cocked, and blew us right back into the present<br>Eric B`s no longer president, I saw the chair vacant<br>Changed my motto<br>No one`s sittin and waitin, time for regulatin<br>Now the world is ours for the takin, for the takin, yo yo<br><br>[Chorus]