13th Floor/Growing Old

Conceive true deception multiply it a million fold Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense That we get 'em confused The resident evil specialize in misconstruin' We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'? Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves By not bein' ourselves We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat Nimrod by the time we 40 'cause we can't get off 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 upon this section of time marked Revelations And recognize this mind-numbin' reality of horror Known as mankind Jesus and his 12 disciples make 13 A righteous number of righteous men Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end The Devil say the end is the beginnin' 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 mindstate Otherwise Babylon Like memories of yesterday '96 gon' be that year '96 gon' be that year '96 gon' be that year '96 gon' be that year 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 makin' they paper so I guess I can't complain Or can I? I feel they disrespectin' the whole thang Them hooks like sellin' dope to black folks And I choke when the food they servin' ain't tastin' right My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it I'm confessin' one more 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 niggas would pass the flow And got down for ours like hind catchers My mind catches flashbacks to the black past While mind close niggas laugh at The Southern slang, finger waves and Mojo chicken wangs I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen Started by Afrika Bambaata, so you and your partner Gather your thoughts Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday Uh, born Antwan Patton but my partners they call me Big Boi It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin' the truth not talkin' that shit boy I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps and bustin' my raps And throwin' them craps 7 Eleven is no convenience, you pumpin' your gas but watchin' your back For the robbin' crew, thinkin' they robbin' you, you must be cautious To stayin' up on your game and pimpin' these crows, you must be flawless Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you dizzy My nigga you know if I wanna be playin' But runnin up on me like you miss me You catchin' the wrong vibe, packin' your shit and rollin' your eyes back Flexin' up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin' your Cadillac But man it seems I'm reachin' out and touchin' the wrong nigga Don't expect it to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger As we bust, us, we leavin' 'em in the dust So keep that caine up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hush As the calendar keeps flippin', niggas dippin' Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday Our dearly beloved, we are gathered like soap is to lather we come clean Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean Oh, like Liberty Bells, yes them bullets keep on ringin' On fire like the Georgia Mass Choir, we keep on sangin' Bringin' 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 Growin' old Like some eagles, people don't understand Just like their parents don't be carin' I'm speakin' about you playin' with that phony stuff you sharin' In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches Thinkin' you got it but get it, get it but you ain't pimpin' no bitches 'Cause you flaugin', fallin' like leaves into driveways Isn't it lovely smokin' good and sloppy head on highways? Fridays are tight, but Saturday just makes it old Winter nights are hot warm enough to feed your soul Growin' old Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday See all them leaves must fall down, growin' old 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 caught 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old 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 caught 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old 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 caught 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old