Outkast - 13Th Floor / Growing Old

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...) [cut and scratched:] "Ninety-six gonna be that year..." [Verse One: Andre] 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 dope 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 [Musical Interlude: Debra Killings] (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...) [Verse Two: Big Boi] Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my partners they call me Big Boi It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speaking the truth not talking that shit 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 fucking these wombats got you dizzy My nigga you know of I wanna be playing but running up on me like you miss me You catchin the wrong vibe, packing yo' shit 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 nigga 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... [Musical Interlude] [Verse Three: Andre, Big Boi] 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 t