13th Floor / Growing Old

Outkast1996年8月27日
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13th Floor/Growing Old - Outkast

Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold

Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense

That we get em confused

The resident evil specialize in misconstruing

We wanna be at a presidential level -- what are we doing

Foolin ourself clowning ourself playing ourself

By not being ourself

We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat

Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our 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 up on deception of time all of Revelations

And recognize this mind on the 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 beginning

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

(My memories of yesterday )

"Ninety-six gonna 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 making they paper so I guess I can't complain or can I

I feel they disrespecting the whole thang

Them hooks like selling d**e to black folks

And I choke when the food they serve ain't tasting right

My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it

I'm confessing one mo' 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 surpassed the flow

And got down for ours like hind catchers

My mind catches flashbacks to the black past

While my close niggas laugh at

The Southern slang figure ways 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 Afrikan Bambaata so you and your potnah

Gather your thoughts

 

Something's gotta change

Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain

Been bearing this burden for too many of my days

Looks like breezes of autumn done finally move my way

Like memories of yesterday

 

Uhh born Antwan Patton but my partners they call me Big Boi

It's the ni**a the B-I-G be speaking the truth not talking that sh*t boy

I'm thinkin of checking my traps and bustin my raps and throwing them craps

Seven-eleven is no convenience you pumping your gas they're watching yo' back

For the robbin crew thinkin they robbin you you must be cautious

To stand up on yo' game and pimping these crows you must be flawless

Like Mortal Kombat but f**king these wombats got you dizzy

My ni**a you know of I wanna be playing but running up on me like you miss me

You catchin the wrong vibe packing yo' sh*t and rolling yo' eyes back

Flexing up on the corner tossing your dice and rolling your Cadillac

But man it seems I'm reaching out and touching the wrong ni**a

Don't expect me to be pimping get your index off the trigger

As we bust us we leaving em in the dust

So keep that clean up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hush

As the candidate keeps flippin niggas dippin

 

 

I really be love it we are gathered to life

So pissed to lather we come clean

Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean

Oh like Liberty Bells yes them bullets keep on rangin

On fire like the Georgia mass choir we keep on singing

Bringing our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green

Light and we ain't gonna 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

Growing old

Like some eagles people don't understand

Just like their parents don't be carin

I'm speaking about you playing with that phony stuff you sharing

In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches

Thinkin you got it but get it get it but you ain't pimping no b**ches

Cause you flaw in falling like leaves into driveways

Isn't it lovely smocking good and sloppy head on highways

Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old

When tonight's are hot warm enough to feed your soul

Growing old

 

("96 gonna be that year ")

(Like memories of yesterday )

 

See all them leaves must fall down growing old

Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat a** 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 growing old

 

 

***歌詞來自第三方***

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