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1. _ Return Of The "g"
[dre]
It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that's on that blow
That run up in yo' crib which contains
Your lady and an 8 month old
Child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but
They do not want to hear it because they'd
Rather be bouncin' and shootin' and killin' and bouncin'
And shit get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that thank [think] you soft
And say y'all be gospel rappin'
But they be steady clappin' when you talk about
Bitches & switches & hoes & clothes & weed
Let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin
Somethin' mind unravelin' get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas who got them kids
Who got enough to buy an ounce
But not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo
Or to the park so they grow up in the dark never
Seein' light so they end up being like yo' sorry ass
Robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression
Then the question is big boi what's up with andre?
Is he in a cult? is he on drugs? is he gay?
When y'all gon' break up? when y'all gon' wake up?
Nigga i'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you
You get down!
[big boi]
Man a nigga don't want no trouble
A playa just want to kick back with my gators off
And watch my lli'l gull blow bubbles
But still ready to rhyme
Standin' my ground never back down
Willin' to rob steal & kill any thang that threatens mine
But good luck couldn't be bought see
Many a fights had to be fought g
For a nigga to ride these vogues
Oh so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at
Watch your side my nigga 'cause we got gats
The first nigga to buck gon' be the first nigga we attack
Don't want that but it comes though
Most of the time you don't know
Stickin' together like flour and water to make that
Slow dough we worked for everything we have
And gon' stick up for each other like we
Brothers from another mother
Kinda like mel gibson and danny glover
Strictly for the caddy lovers and never the
Nut huggin' punk motherfuckers
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2. _ Hold On, Be Strong
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3. _ West Savannah
[big boi]
February 1st, 1975 it happened
Was born in west savannah way before i started rappin
My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin that sack, now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work
And she couldn't watch my every move so shit i started servin
Around frazier home, down in the west side projects
Changin over foodstamps, and hittin a lick was next see
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed east
So flyin, or floatin, a brougham is what i'm sportin
Sade is in my tape deck, i'm movin in slow motion boi
So meet me deep in the streets that's where i learned the capers
Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket
But the niggaz around the ave. and the hoes, they love me
They wanna be me and my family too
Because the money that i make be puttin cable off in every room
So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies
It's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me
But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because i'm true to this shit
And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck
Because the west side ain't takin no shorts on the dime
So fire it up
Chorus:
Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
(like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch
Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
(and it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)
See, niggaz in the south wear gold teeth and gold chains
Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change
They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul
Been wearin furry kangol's, so that shit is old
You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent
Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent
You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a g-strang
Cause the niggaz in the pointe ain't changed, main
You might call us country, but we's only southern
And i don't give a fuck, p-funk spot to spark another
Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end)
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4. _ Y'all Scared
[t-mo]
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Many a bitch, represents, and is led
Whichever way no i'm not gay
And really don't give a fuck bout what you doin
Long as i pave the way
For my southwest ga warriors
To come in packs, to feed, takin what we need
To succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road
We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory
Makin our life one big story to tell
Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body
I got proof, i'm not scared
If you scared, say you scared
[gipp]
Who's scared?
In this world i'm gipp, in second the mutant
The third the geechee, how many ways can you reach me?
Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy
Polished to shine, the season to rhyme
Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground
Been lookin for love, now i bubble like suds
Others flew sky high, while others were duds
Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods
Situation they change, like faces and names
Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame
Man down or not, man plans or plots
Give a fuck what you think, we ain't movin out this spot
And i'm out
If you scared, say you scared
[andre benjamin]
Yo, paragraph indent, i make intense sense
Niggaz on that gil scott dope (hint hint)
At age fifteen they start smokin billy clint'
Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went
Hey hey hey what's the haps? well see your time elapsed
Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped
Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack
Was introduced to hispanic communities and blacks
But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention
Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it
Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded
You scared, she scared, they scared, i said
They scared they scared to talk about it
Bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it * repeats and fades *
If you scared, say you scared
[big boi]
February 1st, 1975's my birthdate
The player the b-o-i, was brought onto this earth on thursday
I think see, my cap i twist it back from all the dank
But if you see me on the ave, you betta believe i tote that shank
So what y'all though bruh?
I gotta protect my name and what we fought for
Southernplayalistic atliens in your sock drawer
No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings
Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning
The intro, the goodie we kinfolk, nigga it's fin to jump off
But now it's time i lay low
Cause i believe the track gon' cut off
Psych, the track is bumpin like pussies on some dykes
So if you scared say you scared cause everybody can die tonight
Cause my heart don't pump no slushee
You touch my niggaz you touch me
I blow up the micraphone like marilyn manson, you can't hush me
Yeah
[khujo]
Heat'll make anything move
Even tyson, can get laid down, with this tool
Just cause the name say goodie, you take us for fools
Out they rabbit ass mind, don't give me mine, i go off like mines
Blowin suckers to smithereens, we was never folks
If we fell out over this lil' cream
Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams
We live like kings, and die like fuckin men
I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down
Ain't no openin up shop, we already established
You lap doggin, we boss hoggin
Grown men, don't beg for attention
Keep wishin, high heels clickin
Paper champions, leavin with they feet behind
Zap em for the pumpkin, at twelve
On the bottom bunk, holla at me
Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya
Slain dead, devils, don't have enough to purchase my essence
In da head, missin ounces, zip code, eight miles
Suckas, think i got they package
But they still eatin moo-moo, oink-oink
And fowl-fowl-fowl-fowl.. *repeats*
The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it
So remember that, outkast, goodie mo.b.
Still standin for somethin while y'all fallin for nothin
Stop dyin over this lil concrete and lil paper
We get this shit together our power's enormous
You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth
You scared, you scared, say you scared!
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5. _ Skew It On The Bar-b
Intro/chorus: outkast
Old school players to new school fools
'kast keep it jumpin like kangaroos
But skew it on the bar-b we ain't tryin to lose
Say 'i be got damnit they done changed the rules'
(repeat 2x)
Verse one: andre benjamin
The common denominator, the nigga numerator
Never know who the hater, niggaz cater to your ego
I'm sorry like atari whose the cousin to coleco.. vision
Caught a rico, back on the street like chico.. debarge
He large and got a 'llac in the garage
Few parts here and there, i declare hard, my lawd
One at clark, one at spelman
Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when
He step off in the party women jump for joy
But all the wild niggaz scheamin they gon' jump the boy
For spittin all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
I'm a star -- i'd rather be a comet by far -- rrrahhh!
Chorus
Verse two: raekwon the chef
Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso
Grow hydro, then bag it up yo
Price that longevity, suggest make moves
Slow take time grow eight, react nine blow
Hydro slide raw like fuck renaldo
Fly ride though, shit lookin wild dope
Then glide yo, flippin the page, i go
Watch five-oh, jump on my meat, ride slow
Watch those, undercovers, cop those, rock those
Glocks blows leave em baggy and collect spot grows
Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht and wash clothes
Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what?
Chorus
Verse three: big boi
Boi, i bust raps like d-boys bust gats, shit
We the type of people that don't bury the axe
Or the hatchet, everytime we see your link we snatch it
Ridin round our hood talkin that dumb shit, your cabbage
Is cracked, like plumber's ass, and summer's grass
I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckaz like y'all passin
Thinkin you're light skinned, aight then, lil' boy why you frightened?
The dungeon family gon' be here nigga so keep writing
I gotta hit the source, i need my other half a mic
Because that _southerplayalisticadillacmuzik_ was a classic, right!
College park, east pointe and decatur they got my back, so
We gon' keep on jammin and stabbin off in the track, ahh
Think it's time to bungee but buddy we will be back
And i'm fin' to put some d's on the 'llac, know dat!
Chorus
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6. _ Da Art Of Storytellin' (part 2)
[andre benjamin]
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo
Baby did you hear that yea baby i heard it too
Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue
Mamma earth is dyin and cryin because of you
Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue
Silly mortals haven't a clue
As to what the fuck is goin on
I'm on the telephone, dialin the dungeon
"hello?" this dre, bring the mp and the sp
Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully
Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain't much time
Mamma earth is tossin and turnin and that's our sign
Omega nigga ifo's are landin in decatur
Hope i'm not over your head but if so you will catch on later
Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo'
Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so'
From niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin
Appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done
[big boi]
The sky is fallin nobody ballin they done gave back they guns
For some tickets to the playoffs but the hornets they won
Nigga we slum, kept all the guns, i gotta protect my family
I drove the biggest thing at the house
Cause i knew they'd try to ram me, but i'm stabbing
Makin a path on expressways, the best way i know how
Up in the sky, east-west, no clouds
Him comin now, fuck that money now, i ask my honey how
She feeling and is jordan okay, yeah yeah she's chillin
We should be in the dungeon shortly
Ain't nobody on they porch see
Approachin the final exit
I'm thinkin i see four horsies but i don't though
Nigga you won't know, until it's on ya
I put that on my dope boys from a-town to california
All the weed smell like ammonia
But at the dungeon i know they smokin
Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording
Fuck abortion, i got in the booth to run the final portion
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-tion *echoes*
{sung in a low voice over and over}
All's well, nothing's well
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7. _ Spottieottiedopalicious
[hook]
Damn damn damn james
[pat brown]
Dickie shorts & lincoln's clean
Leanin' checking out the scene
Gangsta boys bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit
Nigga where you wanna go?
You know the club don't close 'til four
Let's party 'til we can't no more
Watch out here come the folks
[dre]
As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of charles a li'l disco-tech
Nestled in the ghettoes of niggaville, usa
Via atlanta, georgia a li'l spot where
Young men & young women go to experience
They first li'l taste of the nightlife
Me? well i've never been there, well perhaps once
But i was so engulfed in the old "e"
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
While the dj sweatin' out all the problems
And the troubles of the day
While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors
Lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
Competing with "set it off," in the right
But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it
"hey hey look baby they playin' our song"
And the crowd goes wild as if
Holyfield has just won the fight
But in actuality it's only about 3 a.m.
And three niggas just don' got hauled
Off in the ambulance [sliced up]
Two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham]
And one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"now who else wanna fuck with hollywood court?"
It's just my interpretation of the situation
[hook]
[big boi]
When i first met my spottieottiedopalicious angel
I can remember that damn thing like yesterday
The way she moved reminded me of a brown stallion
Horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb
On nappy ass hair
I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed
Her neck was smelling sweeter
Than a plate of yams with extra syrup
Eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga
Felt like i chiefed a whole o of that presidential
My heart was beating so damn fast
Never knowing this moment would bring another
Life into this world
Funny how shit come together sometimes [ya dig]
One moment you frequent the booty clubs &
The next four years you & somebody's daughter
Raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang
That's if you're on top of your game
And man enough to handle real life situations [that is]
Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money
Might not always be sufficient but the
United parcel service & the people at the post office
Didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss
So now you back in the trap just that, trapped
Go on and marinate on that for a minute
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8. _ Nathaniel
Shit man
Nigga gotta go on the got down
Get the shit straight when i got damn get out
Well shit
This what really goin down
Whassup my nigga another day the same shit
Punk-ass c.o.'s on a nigga dick
Got me up at three o'clock cookin nappy grits
I'm a g from c.p. i can't take the shit
Tryin to hold a nigga down in this country ass town
I'm used to smokin chronic movin pounds
They got a nigga on some "sir, yessir, left right left"
Throw me in a hole if my ass outta step
They treat you like a motherfuckin slave
Dopefiends, cryin jesus, swear they saved
Niggaz better get they game tight
Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights
I'm surrounded by fake-ass crooks
They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they books
I hear so many lies it make me sick
These niggaz called ballers sellin dimes and licks
I can't wait til the day they let me go
So i can eat some steak and shrimp
Grab a mic, and bust a flow
I'm audi 5 nigga lights out
Hold it down on the streets until the day that i get out
I'm out man
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9. _ Slump
[backbone]
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin street corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, these fiends with fire
Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
I'm wit whateva like wheatstraw
Stuck servin my cocaine raw
Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back
Twenty over now that's mo' money to get
Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without gettin caught
But time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short
Plus that crooked cop brock think we blow slangin (fuck him)
That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin
But i make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings
Be more precise when we do things
Cause life like shakin the dice, but i buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay
Chorus: repeat 2x
I'm strickly dressin dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet spot
And forever hollerin
"hootie hoo!" when we see cops
[big boi]
Sheyit
Cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players
When they short on they rent
Anything goin you ain't knowin how much money you spent
But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed
And all the chicken
Feedin everybody, smokin em out
When you was broke though they was missin
Now you ridin bout fo' deep, startin to tear up yo' suspension
And your baby mamma on child support
My fault, forget to mention
You don't even have a checkin account
Wasn't thinkin about no pension
I used to work at steak 'n' ale, old gold off in the kitchen
Had determination and graduated
Now i got the whole rap world fascinated
I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so i made it
Continue to sell dope, it's payin the bills so you gon' do it
But legislation got this new policy
Three strikes and you're ruined.. now where your crew at?
Yeah..
Chorus
[cool breeze]
Ay
Me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs
We better watch what we doin, and look out for joe nab
And quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block
Before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot
Niggaz talkin cause they makin some flow
But still ain't did nuttin that ain't been done befo'
You can't be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot
And improvise and work with that little you got
So i think when i finish sellin my last sack
I'ma take some of this money, go and give some back
Cause people won't forget about the time you gave, knowmsayin?
And start thinkin bout a path to pave
Chorus
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10. _ Aquemini
[hook]
Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes "y"
Nothin' is for sure nothin' is for certain nothin' lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
It's him & i aquemini
[big boi]
Now is the time to get on like spike lee said
Get on the bus go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pac man how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that man?
Ridin' round old national on 18's without no gat man
I'm strapped man & ready to bust on any nigga like that man
Me & my nigga we roll together like batman & robin
We prayed together through hard times
And swung hard when it was fitting
But now we tappin' the brakes from all them corners
That we be bending in volkswagens & bonnevilles
Chevrolets and coupe de villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain
Steering wheel for real you can go on chill out & still build
Let your paper stack instead of going into overkill
Pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch
[hook]
[dre]
Twice upon a time there was a boy who died twice
And lived happily ever after but that's another chapter
Live from home of the brave with dirty dollars
& beauty parlors & baby bottles & bowling ball impalas
& street scholars that's majoring in culinary arts
You know how to work bread cheese & dough
From scratch but see the catch is you can get caught
Know what ya sellin' what ya bought so cut that big talk
Let's walk to the bridge now meet me halfway
Now you may see some children dead off in the pathway
It's them poor babies walkin' slowly to the candy lady
It's lookin' bad need some hope
Like the words maybe, if, or probably more than a hobby
When my turntables get wobbly they don't fall
I'm sorry y'all i often drift i'm talkin' gift
So when it comes you never look the horse inside it's grill
Of course you know i feel like the bearer of bad news
Don't want to be it but it's needed so what have you
Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause?
Is every nigga with golds for the fall? naw
So don't get caught in appearance
It's outkast aquemini another black experience okay
[hook]
[big boi]
The name is big boi daddy fat sax
The nigga that like them cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'cause these streets is where my folks at
Better know that some say we pro-black boy we professional
We missed a lot of church so the music is our confessional
Get off the testicles & the nut sacks
You bust a rhyme we bust back
Get get back for real niggas that's out here tryin' to spit facts
You hear dat can't come near dat maybe you need to quit
Because aquemini is aquarius & gemini runnin' shit like this
Yea yea yea yea
[dre]
My mind warps and bends floats the wind count to ten
Meet the twin andre ben. welcome to the lion's den
Original skin many men comprehend
I extend myself so you go out & tell a friend
Sin all depends on what you believing in
Faith is what you make it that's the hardest shit since mc ren
Alien can blend right on in wit' yo' kin
Look again 'cause i swear i spot one every now & then
It's happenin' again wish i could tell you when
Andre this is andre y'all just gon' have to make amends
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11. _ Chonkyfire
Yo, this is my story, this is my song
And to them rudypoots don't attempt to try this at home
It's just a poem until y'all learn right from wrong
Kwow when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome
But it's back on, another stormy night in atlanta, georgia
Overcast, but on behalf of outkast, i cordially
Invite you to an emotion filled theater
Bring your umbrella cause young fella it gets no weirder
(refrain)
We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings
Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole
Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n'roll indubitably, piper pied
Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride
You are now about entering the fifth demension of ascension
Our only intention is to take you high
High, yeah, yeah my lord
(big boi)
To make one bob they head would be the track job
Tour job's to spit that fire
Some of y'all mc's take this rhymin for granted i won't comply
With that slackin, poppin and crackin 4th ward way we snappin
They won't that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this
What's happenin, see if do what yo won't do today boy
Will i live tommorrow like you can't even live cause you strayed
Motivational skills lackin, when i see you nigga packin
Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do'
But you still stay with mom though playin the king like don doe
You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locked up
Makin them thick hip hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scared
And if i see you in the streets i'd dap you down like you was greg
Refrain
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12. _ Rosa Parks
(Hook): Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk [Big Boi]: Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties Damn we the committee gone burn it down But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now (Repeat Hook) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate then activate the left and right brain Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what Thats one to live by or either that one to die to I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure Andre, got to her station here's my destination She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it But I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote And I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done And we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin and slowin down All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then... (RepeatHook) (Harmonica Solo) (Repeat Hook til fade) more free lyrics
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13. _ Liberation
And there's a, and there's a
And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne
Too late to pray that i'm on it..
Ya, yeah, yeahhhh
[outkast]
Y'all, uh-huh, y'all
[andre benjamin]
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby i'm on it..
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby i'm on it..
Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see
That's liberation and baby i want it..
Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think
Now that's liberation and baby i want it..
[big boi]
(let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those)
How many times i, sit back and contemplate
I'm fresh off the dank, but i'm tellin my story..
My relationship, with my folks is give and take
And i done took so much, not givin my glory
Now have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did)
I said i have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me
[cee-lo]
No, nooo, noooooooo
I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty days.. heyyy
Ohhhh, i sacrifice every breath i breathe
To make you believe, i'd give my life awayyyy
Oh lord, i'm so tired, i'm so tired
My feet feel like i walked most of the road on my owwwwn
All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee..
We alive or we ain't livin, that's why i'm givin until it's gone
Cause i don't wanna be alone (i don't wanna be alone)
I don't wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee
If there's anything i can say, to help you find your way
Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and i..
There's not a minute that goes by that i don't believe
That you die.. but i can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
But people keep your head to the skyyyyy
[singers in background over interlude]
Shake that load off, shake that load off (16x)
[erykah badu]
Folk in your face, you're a superstar
Niggaz hang around cause of who you are
You get a lot of love cause of what you got
Say they happy for you but they really not
Sell a lot of records and you roll a benz
Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends
All you wanna do is give the world your heart
Record label tried to make you compromise your art
You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
First class broad treat you like a nigga po'
You wanna say "wait!" but you're scared to ask
As your world starts spinning and it's moving fast
Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame
Spending your life trying to numb the pain
You shake that load off and sing your song
Liberate the minds, then you go on home..
[big rube]
I must admit, they planted a lot of things
In the brains and the veins of my strain
Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
From them whores, from the flame
From a post in the game
Makes it hard to maintain focus
They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
Cause it's a hard row to hoe
If your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
And the ground just dry
But the roots are strong, so some survive
So you're surprised, now i'm bustin cries
You got more juice than zeus
Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten
Plains dwellers, of the serengeti
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
Melanin silicon and collagen injected
Dissectin my pride, fool i don't wanna get it started
We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
Unless you lookin at the canvas of life
And not through the peephole of mortality
Single minded mentality
Gettin over on loopholes
Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities
Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel
Pack the steel
Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe
I don't we in kansas no mo' though
Midwest or dirty south
Clean dressed or dirty mouth
Whether robbin preachers or killin poor righteous teachers
You a scared demon
Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble
Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
Though the man on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen
Just by rappin..
Libertad..
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14. _ Da Art Of Storytellin' Part 2
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Dre Baby did you hear that, cuz baby I heard it, too. Look out the window, Golly, the sky is electric blue. Momma Earth is dyin' and cryin', because of you. Rainin' cats and jackals, the shackles disintegrate, to residue. Silly mortals haven't a clue as to what the fuck is going on. I'm on the telephone Callin' the dungeon. (Hello?) This Dre, bring the MP and SP, Meet me at the center of the Earth, and travel carefully. Baby grab the baby, cuz baby it ain't much time. Momma Earth is tossin' and turnin', and that's our sign. Omega nigga, IFOs have landed in Decatur. Hope I'm not over your head, but if so you will catch on later. Blaze the track, guess she can not take it anymore. Rapin' her Heavenly Body like a hoe, cootchie so, from niggas constantly fuckin' her, never lovin' her, never showin' appreciation, bustin' nuts in her face when they done. Big Boi The sky is fallin', nobody's ballin', they done gave back they guns, for some tickets to the play-offs, but the Hornets, they won. Nigga, we slum, I kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family. I drove the biggest thing at the house, cuz I knew they try to ram me. But, I'm stabbing. Makin' a path to the Expressway, the best way, I know how. Up in the sky, east west, no clouds. Him comin' now, fuck that money now. I asked my honey how she feelin' and is Jordan ok. yeah yeah she's chillin'. We should be at the Dungeon shortly, ain't nobody on that porch seen. I'm cruisin' to the final exit, I'm thinkin' I see four horsies, But, I don't know. Nigga, ya won't know until it's on ya. I'll put that on my dope boys, from A-Town to California. All the weed smells like ammonia. but, at the dungeon I know they smokin'. Writin' the raps and doin' the beats, to make this last recordin'. Fuck abortion. I got in the booth to run the final portion. The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distortion. All's well Nothing's well (Repeat to end) more free lyrics
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