Atmosphere, Haphduzn, Carnage The Executioner, Brother Ali - It Ain't The Prettiest lyrics

It ain’t the prettiest state of mind I’m in
I stay busy, I don’t wait in line to live
And I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about
But, if I’m not in the ground
Then I'll be rockin’ the crowd
It ain’t the prettiest state of mind i’m in
I stay busy, I don’t wait in line to live
And we don’t allow standin’ around
Put your life in your hands
Put your hands in the clouds

Now – I spy that you’re tryin’ to get by
But that’s the wrong kind of fly
You the wrong kind of high
That’s the wrong kind of right
Probably out of left
Followin’ your breath – solemn in your step
I stand tall like a midwest obelisk
Welcome to the future, pre-apocalypse
Where a ratchet ain’t nothin’
But a socket wrench
And it takes all we got to stay positive
I don’t always make the best choices
But life’s too short to stay disappointed
I make music my granddad
Would probably call noise
I made two baby boys and I gave ‘em a voice
Now, I don’t pop recreational shots, but
You tryna clock like the face of a watch
Stop – already got my name on a rock
I created some jobs, still afraid of the cops

Mind state ain’t the prettiest
Mine is straight hideous
When I make a statement it’s
The kind you take serious
Describe the life and times of
A divine white lyricist
Writin’ the type of rhymes that
Are provided by experience
Represent for the bottom-dwellers
Made my escape through the trap door
Though i’m not a seller
Gears in my noggin stay winding
Like I got propellers
Given a shot and I can rock
More spots than a leopard
Since 2000 i’ve dealt with a lot of death
Cuffed so many times that I
Can’t count the arrests
Lifelong beef that hasn’t allowed me to rest
Gang of sacrifice while paying
My pound of flesh what war to reap by those
That carry the load?
Keep your guard up and know
How to parry the blows
Yo, I got no complaints, man
I’m sharin’ the road
With three of the illest
Emcees from my area code it goes

It ain’t the prettiest state of mind I’m in
I stay busy, I don’t wait in line to live
And I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about
But, if I’m not in the ground
Then I'll be rockin’ the crowd
It ain’t the prettiest state of mind i’m in
I stay busy, I don’t wait in line to live
And we don’t allow standin’ around
Put your life in your hands
Put your hands in the clouds

This world mirrors hell
Givin’ more than subtle hints
That’s why I said if you ask for the real
You might not like what you get
Pretty is not for me, my ugly met with fame
Godly and dodger-proof, i’m the truth
Respect the name
Mind you, i’m stompin’ you hard, rockin’ you
Never sayin’
In hot pursuit, posse a lot of fools
Weapons and pull up in your buzzards
Solomon waters or somethin’
Destruction comin’, rough and
Rugged, not lovin’, it’s nothin’
Shake the spot
I wait and watch for gas rates to drop
While you debate if Kim Kardashian’s
Booty is fake or not
And claim who’s illuminati
And that Kanye dude seen Jay nude
While I’m hopin’ some maniac doesn’t shoot
Up my daughter’s grade school
But, I play cool… early to spot disaster
Challenging the notion that most rappers
Are not good actors conspiracy theory leery
But you won’t see the sweat
And don’t call me crazy ‘cause I drink
Freon soda and walk my chia pet

Yep, yep, we’re so polite – Minnesota nights
Warm smile but the overbite cold as ice
Black bodies dangle off the
Light pole at night listen close
You might overhear the poltergeist
Builders of the Occupy Home prototype
You got a goal in sight you
Either gotta fold or fight
Seedy pages cover what the poets write
But call a dead black
Baby the n-word overnight
Progressive black congressman
But we also got Michelle Bachmann
Why you think i’m in a cell, my man?
Wrists scarred from the zip-tie
That held my hands i don’t sell out, and
I’m from the late great Paul Wellstone’s land
Where the aim first made their stand, and
I can never be mad at the lakes
But Minnesota’s got a lot of
Bad habit's to break you betcha

It ain’t the prettiest state of mind I’m in
I stay busy, I don’t wait in line to live
And I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about
But, if I’m not in the ground
Then I'll be rockin’ the crowd
It ain’t the prettiest state of mind i’m in
I stay busy, I don’t wait in line to live
And we don’t allow standin’ around
Put your life in your hands
Put your hands in the clouds