Father Time - Goodie Mob: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Father Time

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Father Time was released on August 27, 2013 by The Right Records as a part of the album Age Against the Machine

Song Details

AlbumAge Against the Machine

Release DateAugust 27, 2013

LabelThe Right Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM82

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Goodie Mob

Performer

CeeLo Green

Performer

Big Gipp

Performer

Khujo

Performer

T.M.O.

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Cameron Gipp

Songwriter

CeeLo Green

Songwriter

Robert Barnett

Songwriter

Willie Knighton

Willie Knighton

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

CeeLo Green

Executive Producer

Sean Phelan

Recording Engineer

Leslie Brathwaite

Leslie Brathwaite

Mixing Engineer

Corey "Oz" Simon

Corey "Oz" Simon

Producer

Kannon "Caviar" Corss

Kannon "Caviar" Corss

Producer

Lyrics

Don't think about it just do it

I'm your daddy, son

Gipp the patriot, the founder, the forefather

Initiator, the forebearer, your predecessor

The architect and now author

I spawned you son and formed you on

Better yet your clergy, mon

Used to stick your chest out son cause I was your father

Gave you pride about the southside cause I was your father

Use to listen to the tape pop and roll your quarter

Let me slow down and state some facts

I put chrome in my mouth, they used to call me Jaws

I'm in the '84 Lac with the butterfly doors

Dungeon Family 100 deep when we in the street

Who you think your big brothers them wanted to be?

Influenced by few, but I've inspired many

Trapasaurus Rex Prime Minister with the semi

Set the standard for grimy intellectual ****

Southern realistic flow, special delivery

Boys killing me, ain't nothing new under the sun

Sit back, listen, I tell you how the south was won

With big guns, deep pockets and hard heads

Soft white box Chevy, gold grills and dreads

Never scared, raised the bar while you tucked your tail

Goodie Mob, Illuminati? pssss What the hell?

If anything why you put your ass up on game

Gave you food for your soul and nourished your brain

My significance brings purpose when I'm nervous

I remember the snow was falling in December

As I mashed to make the winter

As I notice a similar pattern

Of different characters in the matrix, they were learning

I'm your papi, I'm the reason you were rapping

I got no time for napping, you still off in the trap and

You asking me what happened, the music ain't the same

We opened up your brains and we go back to the pains

The facts still remains we gave away the game

Our records helped you train

Then we got you through the pain

And we stayed off in our lane

And we made it out the rain

We're artists, we're teachers

We're leaders, we're soldiers, we fathers

I contemplated completely killing my son

If I can't cut the cancer out, they're stealing my son

To lay down my own life I am willing, my son

Yet I remember smiling when I caught him stealing my gun

Before I started building my son I was stealing for crumb

Couldn't tell the difference on how I was feeling from numb

The four walls, the floor and the ceiling were slung

And right outside the front door the kids were killing for fun

And he had the room with the view

And a couple of times he saw his daddy go outside to have some fun too

But let's be clear I'm not your peer listen here

I am harder, I'm smarter, I'm Sparta

I am your father

Written by: Cameron Gipp, CeeLo Green, Robert Barnett, Willie Knighton

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