[Big Rube] Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense That we get em confused...
[Big Rube] Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense That we get em confused The resident evil specialize in misconstruing We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doing? Fooling our self, clowning our self, playing our self By not being our self We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season Look at the picture that's painted Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point Where Sodomites get all the rights We fall for fights with fisticuffs Get pissed enough to miss the bus It disgusts me to see my folks run up on I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations And recognize this mind on the reality of horror Known as mankind Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen A righteous number of righteous men Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end The Devil say the end is the beginning They teach that we were the product of incest Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics Stand with us and don't look back upon it Just face this mind state Otherwise Babylon (My memories of yesterday) "Ninety-six gonna be that year" [Andre] I bet you never heard of a player with no game Told the truth to get what I want but shot it with no shame Take this music dead serious while others entertain I see they making they paper so I guess I can't complain, or can I? I feel they disrespecting the whole thing Them hooks like selling dope to black folks And I choke when the food they serve ain't tasting right My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it I'm confessing one mo' lesson from the South we in the house tonight Now hootie who wants to oppose? Suppose We rolls through Headland and Delowe Where me and my n***as surpassed the flow And got down for ours like hind catchers My mind catches flashbacks to the black past While my close n***as laugh at The Southern slang, finger waves and Mojo chicken wings I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thing So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen Started by African Bambaata, so you and your partner Gather your thoughts Musical Interlude: Debra Killings (Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain Been bearing this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday) [Big Boi] Born Antwan Patton but my partner they call me Big Boi It's the n***a the B-I-G, be speaking the truth not talking that shit boi I'm thinking of checking my traps and busting my raps and throwing them craps Seven-eleven is no convenience, you pumping your gas, they're watching yo' back For the robbing crew, thinking they robbing you, you must be cautious To stand up on yo' game and pimping these crows you must be flawless Like Mortal Kombat, but f**king these wombats got you dizzy My n***a you know of I wanna be playing but running up on me like you miss me You catching the wrong vibe, packing yo' shit and rolling yo' eyes back Flexing up on the corner tossing your dice and rolling your Cadillac But man it seems I'm reaching out and touching the wrong n***a Don't expect me to be pimping get your index off the trigger As we bust, us, we leaving 'em in the dust So keep that clean up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hush As the candidate keeps flipping, n***as dipping [Andre] I really be love it we are gathered to life So pissed to lather we come clean Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean Oh like Liberty Bells yes them bullets keep on ranging On fire like the Georgia mass choir we keep on singing Bringing our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen Psych because no one is free when others are oppressed So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest Growing old [Big Boi] Like some eagles, people don't understand Just like their parents don't be caring I'm speaking about you playing with that phony stuff you sharing In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches Thinking you got it, but get it get it, but you ain't pimping no bitches Cause you flaw, in, falling like leaves into driveways Isn't it lovely smoking good and sloppy head on highways Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old Winter night's are hot warm enough to feed your soul Growing old ("96 gonna be that year") (Like memories of yesterday) See all them leaves must fall down, growing old [Repeat: x3] Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab Trees bright and green turn yellow brown Autumn called 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growing old
writers: RICO WADE, RUBEN BAILEY, PATRICK BROWN, MARQUEZE ETHERIDGE, ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, RAYMON MURRAY
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