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[Talking:] 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 niggas 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.

[Verse 1: Andre]

In these troublin times
a nigga 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 pan Glocks in hand
Shots rung out like ringin the bells
and then that sucker nigga ran
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
betta believe the playas 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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2: Big Boi]

See why in the muthafuck
do niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga can spit that style
My nigga I spit it I did it
Now suckas need to quit it
Cause it s real

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Boi]

Well it s that nigga 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 nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
that be me
and when we rock it
Niggas be jocking just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas 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 my clothes is hurtin

[Andre:]

Now shit done got boring ass
molin when excess closed down
but niggaz 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 [Chorus starts here]
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind

[Chorus repeat] [last line is changed to:]
I m hangin with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah

Takin you a li l higher knowwhatI msayin 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
youknowwhatI msayin Organized Noize for 95 Bitch!

Tekst :

Intro:
1,2,
1,2,3

Verse 1:
Yeah!
Inslumnational Underground.
Thunder pounds,
when I stomp the ground.(Wooh)
Like a million elephants,
or silver back
Orangutangs,
you can t stop the train.
Who wants some?
Don t come unprepared.
I ll be there,
but when I leave there.
Better be a household name.
The weatherman tellin us
it ain t gon rain.
So now we sittin in a droptop,
soaking wet.
In a silk suit trying
not to sweat.
Hittin somersaults with-
out the net.
But this ll be the year that we
wont forget.
1-9-9-9!
Anno Domini,
anything goes!
Be what you want to be,
long as you know
consequences
are given for liv-
ing the fence is,
too high to jump in jail.
Too low to dig,
I might just touch hell.
HOT!
Get a life,
now they on sale.
Then I might cast you a spell.
Look at what came in the mail,
a scale and some Arm & Hammer.
Soul gold grill, and a baby mamma.
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers.
Stack of questions,
with no answers.
Cure for cancer,
cure for AIDS.
Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days.
Get back home,
thangs are wrong.
Well not
really it was bad all along.
Before your left adds up to a
ball of power.
Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour.
Hello, ghetto,
let your brain breathe.
Believe there s always mo
(Owwww!)

Hook:
Don t pull the thang out,
unless you plan to bang.
(Bombs over Baghdad, yeah!)
Don t even bang,
unless you plan to hit something.
(Bombs over Baghdad, yeah!)
[Repeat x2]

Verse2:
Uno, dos, tres,
it s on.
Did you ever think a pimp
rock a microphone?
Like that there boy,
and we still stay street.
Big things happen every time we meet.
Like a track team, crack fiend,
dying to geek.
OutKast bumpin up and down the street.
Slant back Cadillac,
about five niggaz deep.
Seventy-five MC s,
freestyling to the beat.
Cause we get crunk,
stay drunk at the club.
Should ve bought an ounce,
but you copped a dub.
Should ve held back,
but you threw the punch.
Supposed to meet your girl,
but you packed a lunch.
No D, to the U to the G for you.
Got a son on the way,
by the name of Bamboo.
Got a little baby girl,
four years, Jordan.
Never turned my back on my kids
for them.
Should ve hit it, quit it, rag top.
Before you RE up,
get a laptop.
Make a buisiness for yourself, boy,
set some goals.
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals.
Record number four,
but we on the road.
Hold up, slow up, stop, control.
Like Janet, Planet Stankonia s,
on ya.
Moving like Floyd,
comin straight to Florida.
Lock all your windows,
then block the corridors.
Pullin off my belt,
cause a whippings in order.
I d like a three-piece fish,
before I cut your daughter.
Yo quiero Taco Bell,
then I hit the border.
Piti pat rappers trying to get the five.
I m a microphone fiend,
tryin to stay alive.
When you come to A Town,
boy you better not hide.
Cause the Dungeon Family gon ride,
HA!

[Hook]

Break Down:
Bob your head, rag top.
[Repeat x16]

Vamp:
Bible music, electric revival.
[Repeat x23]

Tekst :

Alright [Repeat 28X]

[Hook]
Don t everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well burn motherfucka burn American Dream
Don t everybody like the taste of Apple Pie?
We ll snap for your slice of life I m tellin ya why
I hear that mother nature s now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire ain t got nowhere to go nowhere 2 go

[Andre 3000]
All of my heroes did dope
Every nigga round me playin married
Or payin child support
I can t cope
Never made no sense to me one day I hope it will
And that s that, sport, sport
Pray I live to see the day when Seven s happily married
With kids, woe woe
The world is movin fast and I m losin my balance
No time to dig, low low
To a place where ain t nowhere to go but up
Ya wit me say shiiit, sho sho
Now let me ask ya ll this

[Hook]

[Big Boi]
It s shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks
My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time
On a first offense drug bust, fuck the Holice
That s if ya racist or ya crooked
Arrest me 4 this dope I didn t weight it up or cook it
You gotta charge the world cause over a million people took it
Look at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya lookin stupid
Officer, get off me sir
Don t make me call L.A. he ll have ya walking sir
A couple of months ago they gave OutKast the key to the city
But I still gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity
About the youngsters amongst us
You think they respect the law
They think they monsters, they love us, reality rappin
And giving the youth the truth from this booth
And when we on stage we scream
Don t everybody everybody

[Hook]

[Khujo]
Officer of the most high
You touch me you touch the apple of this eye
If they kick us out where will we go
Not to Africa cause not one of them acknowledge us as they kin folk
Still eatin pork
Abomination desecration for beating flesh
Penalty for violation is death
Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on judgement day
Hip Hip Hooray!
Mr. Reaper Babylon the great
The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled
The liquor fire is calling

I can smile
On a warm summer day
I can laugh
I can listen to the children play
But I m going to miss
The killer with the kiss
He was a friend of mine
Now is the time
Now is the...

[Jekyll]
Sometimes I see
Past a horizon,
Sure of my way,
Where I am going-

But where?s the prize
I have my eyes on ?
Where ?
There is just no knowing !

And when despair
Tears me in two,
Who can I turn to
But you ?
You know who I am ...
Take me as I am

[emma]
Look in my...

After we have listened to everything
There is left to say
Watching the intented realities
Slowly fade away
Why is all we desire taken from our hands
Every dream is drifting away

There is understanding for everyone
Who has ears to hear
No more looking over your shoulder
For someone to appear
Maybe you should be looking right
Into these eyes
So...

Feat - Charlotte Church

They told him don t you ever come around here
Don t wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire s in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
Don t wanna see no blood,...

Call him Mr Raider call him Mr Wrong call him Mr Vain
Call him Mr Raider call him Mr Wrong call him insane

He d say I know what I want and I want it now
I want you cause I m Mr Vain