No That Ain't Right - Junkie XL

Wasting away at your job (that ain't right) Are you fronting on my squad? (that ain't right) And you're always acting hard (that ain't right) Nah, that ain't right, no no no Trying to pull my card (that ain't right) Continuing this facade (that ain't right) Calling yourself God (that ain't right) Nah, that ain't right, shit ain't like that 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 Ann Landers Transmit personal problems like head lice in bandanas The big man on campus has delusions of grandeur 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 candlelight vigils for Matthew Sheppard While you put out another "fuck you, faggot" record I blame my hate mail on typographical errors, correct the misspellings 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 Talking about, "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 2000, time to stop acting like assholes It ain't about backpackers or cash flow Fashionable afros, salon-style dreads or frat clothes And it ain't about these fucking loud mouths shouting "battle!" African medallions didn't sell platinum albums That's part of the reason why you think hip-hop 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 mouthful 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 dreads and your Ecko clothes I don't listen when they say "shit ain't ever gonna change" And they say I ain't got no soul

Lipstick letter 'cross the mirror this morning Said good-bye baby, you left without warning Like a thief in the night you ran away with my heart I can't believe my eyes, must be a bad dream You always said we had a good thing You never once let on, we were falling apart That ain't no way to go Girl, it just ain't right Don't you think, that I deserve, to hear you say goodbye That ain't no way to go Was it all a lie After all this time that ain't no way to go Gettin' nowhere I'm tired of thinkin' Guess I'll do a little wishful drinkin' Make a whiskey wish upon a star Train whistle blowin' down the tracks Lonesome sound says she ain't comin' back It's such a cold blow from out of the dark That ain't no way to go Girl, it just ain't right Don't you think, that I deserve, to hear you say goodbye That ain't no way to go Now was it all a lie After all this time that ain't no way to go Now girl it just ain't right Don't you think, that I deserve, to hear you say goodbye That ain't no way to go Now was it all a lie After all this time that ain't no way to go

I used to drink 'til I got drunk My fuse was short and my guard was up I'd start a fight, I'd slam a door But that ain't me no more Yeah, I was number one on my list I never called back the calls I missed No, I ain't proud of who I was before But that ain't me no more Yeah, I've turned it all around But she's over the moon right now 'cause Somebody's got her in their shirt Somebody's textin' her at work Somebody's got a picture on their dash Somebody's goin' fishin' with her dad She's lettin' some lucky someone see That knock-you-dead dress hit the floor She found the one and it's killin' me 'Cause that ain't me no more, yeah No, that ain't me no more Yeah, she's tellin' everybody that she's in A better place than she's ever been There's a name she thanks the good Lord for But that ain't me no more Somebody's got her in their shirt Somebody's textin' her at work Somebody's got a picture on their dash Somebody's goin' fishin' with her dad She's lettin' some lucky someone see That knock-you-dead dress hit the floor She found the one and it's killin' me 'Cause that ain't me no more I got a good hold on me But she's got a good hold on him Never felt more bittersweet 'Cause I'm doin' as good and as bad as I've ever been, yeah As good and as bad as I've ever been Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Somebody's got her in their shirt Somebody's textin' her at work Somebody's got a picture on their dash Somebody's drinkin' whiskey with her dad She's lettin' some lucky someone see That knock-you-dead dress hit the floor She found the one and it's killin' me 'Cause that ain't me no more, yeah No, that ain't me no more No, that ain't me no more

Play with me, I'm your new toy Wind me up, I'll make a noise Push the button on my head Now I'll come with you to bed Play with me, I'm your new toy Wind me up, I'll make a noise

It's the conformist Takin' the firm fist Of the idealist Taken the shitlist. And now, the purist stays the purist Till the shit hits the fan of the culprits And then the lawyer Will destroy a Motivation to become the purist And the terrorist Is really fed up with. Nothing strategic To beseige with And supremacists Touch the surface With their racist hatred. That glues eyelids. Those with politics All polite on tricks Cripple the masses on the road to riches. Underachievers United, Why fight it, Can't hide it.