It Ain't The Prettiest

[Hook]

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

[Verse 1: Slug]

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

[Verse 2: Haphduzn]

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…

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

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

[Verse 4: brother ali]

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 habits to break

You betcha…

[Hook]