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 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 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
