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Thought Process
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Thought Process은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1995년 11월 7일일에 Arista/LaFace Records에서 발매되었습니다.Soul Food
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앨범Soul Food
발매일1995년 11월 7일
라벨Arista/LaFace Records
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Goodie Mob
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백그라운드 보컬
André 3000
André 3000
보컬
Dean Gant
Dean Gant
건반
Preston Crump
Preston Crump
베이스 기타
Tommy Martin
Tommy Martin
기타
Dre
Dre
보컬
T-Mo
T-Mo
보컬
Cee-Lo
Cee-Lo
보컬
Big Gipp
Big Gipp
보컬
Khujo
Khujo
보컬
Joi
Joi
백그라운드 보컬
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
프로그래밍
작곡 및 작사
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
작곡가
Robert Barnett
Robert Barnett
작곡가
안드레 벤자민
작곡가
Thomas Burton
Thomas Burton
작곡가
Cameron Gipp
Cameron Gipp
작곡가
Willie Knighton
Willie Knighton
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
프로듀서
Bernasky Wall
Bernasky Wall
녹음 엔지니어
Carlos Glover
Carlos Glover
녹음 엔지니어
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
믹싱 엔지니어
John Frye
John Frye
믹싱 엔지니어

가사

[Verse 1]
Let me get a chop at this lumber
**** from down underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come-up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive
Not greedy or livin' lavish yet, but you can bet that when I do
Nobody from my crew will I forget
If I start to get large and come up on some change
I won't change, everybody know they down
It's not the same, everyday life can be different
These laws got me ready to brawl 'cause I fall a victim
So I still be slangin' them fat pillows to make 'em meet
Each and every day as I comb my city streets
Sometimes I wish I never had been a part of this mess
'Cause the system got us fucked up
It put us to the test, women and men
If you black, you in
Food for the soul, listen to what I tell you
It don't matter, young or old
It's time we loc up and do like we suppose
We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes
We're trapped in this world and society with no place else to go
So how you feel?
[Verse 2]
Frustrated, irritated
Sometimes I don't know myself, I be too numb
To feel something sometimes
So I dig deep, get in the Cherokee
Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit off my mind
That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes
It keeps me from snappin', keeps my calm
Keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what I gots to do
Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet
And little bro in Statesboro and little cuz Mark Twain
All my folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap
Or when I was goin' through one of our episodes
Only God knows what I go through so I get down on my knees
Sometimes I come home too high to pray
But I get on my bed, lay on my back and meditate anyway
In the ceiling, the four walls, it's lie cell therapy
Got nothin' to do but write about my L I F E
Put it down on paper
So what you feel?
[Verse 3]
I live for today, motherfuck another hour
It might be sour
Never know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower
Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad
I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood
It's people killin' in the street to eat
Survivin' the day is my only goal that I set
Just to make it home, I'm not alone
Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong
[Verse 4]
My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth
What ride did you take, man?
Got me by the loops of my pants
Got me on the curb, lettin' the traffic pass me by
No questions, I said nothin'
Lookin' for the mutant to be buckin' the law
Naw man, Gipp showed him my shit
Closed my mouth, then I dip
See, to me a G is a person who understand the plan
Can't make no moves when you in the hands of the man
They got some new suites down Peachtree
Left wing for the feds, right wing for the hardheads
Makin' more deals than Buddy Folks made with Hartsfield
Somebody don't want my face in this place for 96 shit's slick
Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest
Under the order of who?
Guess who ain't non-iller than miller
One to one to your ass
No more life, what you gave is the past
'Cause ain't no future want to millicamp your case
Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe
Ain't no place to run
[Verse 5]
Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat
'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street
Shit, might see a **** on TV
But hell, it's almost like I'm rappin' for free
That little money be gone, goddammit, I'm grown
Gotta help keep the heat and the lights on
It would be nice to have more, but I kinda like bein' poor
At least I know what my friends here for
I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't
I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't
It's **** hurtin' and uncertain about if they gon' make it or not
That's why we got **** killin'
Feelin' like they comin' up off a little dope they sold
You can get some gold, but we won't make it as a whole
'Cause without you, there'd be no me
And without no unity there will never be any happiness
You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve your stress
God bless my thought process
[Verse 6]
The thought process
Now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm
That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life
Don't sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin'
Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons
I got off at the 13th floor when they told that it wasn't one
They said it skipped from 12 to 14
Still smoking, still drinking, no, I'm sittin' on the Lincoln
4 AM, thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas
We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers
And only prayer is the tightest game that you can have
The devil's takin' a swing, that might explain the broken glass
But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside
Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right
Huh, the only thing we feared was Williams, Wayne
Never thought about hittin' licks or slangin' 'caine
Did not think I'd be the one to give into abortion
Label me murderer because my ass is scorchin'
Hot from the Glock that sits under my seat
Yeah, it's real fucked up that my folks come to get me
And it's like that
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, and it's like them
Written by: André Benjamin, Cameron Gipp, Organized Noize, Patrick L. Brown, RICO RENARD WADE, Raymond Ameer Murray, Robert Barnett, Thomas Burton, Willie Knighton
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