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Phobia

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Phobia was released on January 3, 1995 by 550 Music/Epic Soundtracks as a part of the album Higher Learning (Music from the Motion Picture)

Song Details

AlbumHigher Learning (Music from the Motion Picture)

Release DateJanuary 3, 1995

Label550 Music/Epic Soundtracks

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM93

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Outkast

Performer

Preston Crump

Bass

Mr. DJ

Scratches

Organized Noize Productions

Organized Noize Productions

Background Vocals

Sleepy Brown

Background Vocals

Organized Noize

Organized Noize

Drum Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

R. Wade

Composer

R. Murray

Composer

P. Brown

Composer

André Benjamin

Composer

Antwan Patton

Composer

R. Bailey

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Organized Noize Productions

Organized Noize Productions

Producer

Carlos Glover

Engineer

Alvin Speights

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

The feeling of being 12 years old

And waking up in the middle of the night and somebody in yo room

Yo heart starts beating so fast, you can hear it pumping

The veins in yo temple pulsate as you stare at the intruder

Then after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving

So finally you let 'em hang and turn on the light

And the killer turns into yo coat throwed over the chair

The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the morning

And two or three motherfuckers cross the street

Yo senses heighten, reflexes sharpen

Vision's enhanced, adrenaline flows

As they rush across the street

You leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm

Then yo heart rate and breathing drag back to normal

As you realize these **** just goin' to the store

Many of us mistake phobia for true fear

Whereas fear is a gift from God to be used for self-preservation

Phobia are obstacles strategically placed in society

By opposers of positive existence

Through stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification

They'll turn your fear switch to a permanent on

We can change this by changing the small truth within' the lie

Death is a small price to pay for respect

Death is a small price to pay for respect

You know who it is, you know what it is

Peace out

In these troublin' times, a **** like me be thinkin' of rhymes

That makes my quarters, nickels, plus my pennies and my dimes stack

Don't be lookin' for trouble it be finding me

Try turning the other cheek

I understand but never mind that

Yes sir guess the light is getting dim

At the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my rims

I never thought thirty spokes could attract too much attention

I gotta protect my own therefore

I'm heated just like a kitchen full of pots and pans

Glocks in hand

Shots rung out like ringin' the bells and then that sucker **** ran damn

Damn, I never thought that it would come to this conclusion

The folks that throwed us on them boats should be the one's I'm losin'

But naw, we don't see it that way

In '94 this is the real no time for play-play

Better believe the players on the loot

Need to get they head screwed on tight

When it really get down to the nitty grit, who gone fight pipe down

'Cause ain't no better time to crank it up than right now

We gots to see rump crum down here

And I don't hear nobody disagreein'

Orga-NO-I-Z-E Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi

So don't spend yo whole life

Livin' it for the white

You got a 9 to 5 and now you choose to live it right

You takin' yo ass to the Army 'cause you scared of Revolution

I'm writing everyday to stop that brain pollution

I got a baby on the way that stress is in my chest

I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture less

I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday

So play your fuckin' job

Educated and black I will resort to rob

See why in the muthafuck do **** be acting up?

Do they want me to grab my shit

And lettin' that pistol go ruck

See I be gettin' stuck and stuff

Havin' to knock a **** out about my clout

That's not what it's about

See yes indeed I got that weed

Like Daddy Q be havin' them ounces

That **** the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out

And then I bounces

I got that lyrical flow to make

A hoe pull up her skirt

I drunk that herk & jerk boi

Thinkin' of future things to work on

I got my fuck on and

Then I took my clothes off

Washed my nuts up in the sink

And then I got more nuts off

Cough it's time to be out

See bein' a pimp is bein' a pimp

I'm dirtier than the shit

On the back of a shrimp

Now ain't that foul

The way a **** can spit that style

My **** I spit it I did it

Now suckas need to quit it

'Cause it's real

So don't spend your whole life

Living it for the white

You got a 9-to-5 and now you choose to live it right

You taking your ass to the Army 'cause you scared of revolution

I'm writing every day to stop that brain pollution

I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest

I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture less

I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday, so playa, fuck a job

Educated and black, I will resort to rob

Well it's that **** that be

Wearing Nautica V-necks

And Polo sweats

I got some food up in yo thoughts

And that cess off in yo chest

See livin' up in the Dungeon

Where we stayed in '93

See that **** the B-I-G B-O-I

That be me

And when we rock it

**** be jocking just like?

You snitch I fucked yo bitch

See and my **** G'd that hoe

On the South side of Camelton Road

No slippin' in this pimpin'

She was just a horny toad

See I'm a mystery like the

Killing of Michael Jordan's father

Was steadily packin' the hoes

When I worked at Foot Locker

I'm gettin' higher than learning

Smokin' 'em up and then burning

East Point is on the map

And now I close the curtains

Now shit done got boring ass

Molin' when excess closed down

But **** kept sewin' shearin'

Stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that missed

Of the folks but some people

Tend to joke about this

But it's really dead spirits

You can bet my lyrics

Now ya wonder why that we

Done stopped and got serious

Wantin' to know where I'm from

And where I need to be

Now that I know comfortable

Living give me meat

Can I get back ya wonder why we split back

Lure us into pitch black dark

But I sit back and spark

Another one to leave ya discombobulated

In that dust livin' in a world

Where in nobody do you trust

Then hush never became a major trade

But us in major trouble

'Cause we made a too many mistakes

Off in the past

Thinkin' you could make it this world

And now we laugh 'cause it's all faults

Either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

So don't spend your whole life

Living it for the white

You got a 9-to-5 and now you choose to live it right

You taking your ass to the Army

'Cause you scared of revolution

I'm writing every day to stop that brain pollution

I got a baby on the way

The cess is in my chest

I'm 18 years of age and black

So I can picture less

I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday

So playa, fuck a job

Educated and black

I will resort to rob

Spend your whole life

Living it for the white

You got a 9-to-5

And now you choose to live it right

You taking your ass to the Army

'Cause you scared of revolution

I'm writing every day to stop that brain pollution

I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest

I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture less

I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday, so playa, fuck a job

Educated and black

Hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob, **** yeah

Takin' you a li'l higher

Know what I'm sayin', when you learnin' when you

Burnin' up that smoke so you can choke on my quotes

And get my - down yo throat you just don't understand

You know what I'm sayin' Organized Noize for '95 bitch!

Written by: André Benjamin, Antwan Patton, P. Brown, R. Bailey, R. Murray, R. Wade, Raymond Ameer Murray, Rico Renard Wade, Ruben Lemont Bailey

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