Outkast - 13th Floor/growing Old Lyrics
Intro: big rubeConceive true deception multiplied a million foldVisualize the yin and yang in a battle so intenseThat we get em confusedThe resident evil specialize in misconstruingWe wanna be at a presidential level -- what are we doing?Foolin ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourselfBy not bein ourselfWe cant babble no more than we can bob our head offbeatNimrod by the time we forty cause we cant get our meatWhile we ask no reason for the misplacement of the seasonLook at the picture thats paintedTainted as the mind whos blinded to the pointWhere sodomites get all the rightsWe fall for fights with fisticuffsGet pissed enough to miss the busIt disgusts me to see my folks run up onI say stand up on deception of time all of revelationsAnd recognize this mind on the reality of horrorKnown as mankindJesus and his twelve disciples make thirteenA righteous number of righteous menEven judas the betrayer came true in the endThe devil say the end is the beginningThey teach that we were the product of incestInvest no level of self into their system of paganomicsStand with us and dont look back upon itJust face this mindstateOtherwise babylon...(my memories of yesterday...)Cut and scratched: ninety-six gonna be that year...Verse one: andreI bet you never heard of a playa with no gameTold the truth to get what I want but shot it with no shameTake this music dead serious while others entertainI see they makin they paper so I guess I cant complain... or can i?I feel they disrespectin the whole thangThem hooks like sellin dope to black folksAnd I choke when the food they serve aint tastin rightMy stomach cant digest it even when I bless itIm confessin one mo lesson from the south we in the house tonightNow hootie who wants to oppose? supposeWe rolls through headland and deloweWhere me and my niggaz surpassed the flowAnd got down for ours like hind catchersMy mind catches flashbacks to the black pastWhile my close niggaz laugh atThe southern slang, figure ways and mojo chicken wangsI grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thangSo go head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listenStarted by afrikan bambaata, so you and your potnahGather your thoughtsMusical interlude: debra killings(somethings gotta changeSounds of laughter and happiness come from teardrops to rainBeen bearing this burden for too many of my daysLooks like breezes of autumn done finally blew my wayLike memories of yesterday...)Verse two: big boiUhh, born antwan patton but my potnahs they call me big boiIts the nigga the b-i-g, be speakin the truth not talkin that shit boiIm thinkin of checkin my traps and bustin my raps and throwin them crapsSeven-eleven is no convenience, you pumpin your gas, theyre watchin yo backFor the robbin crew, thinkin they robbin you, you must be cautiousTo stand up on yo game and pimpin these crows you must be flawlessLike mortal kombat, but *****in these wombats got you dizzyMy nigga you know of I wanna be playin but runnin up on me like you miss meYou catchin the wrong vibe, packin yo shit and rollin yo eyes backFlexin up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin your cadillacBut man it seems Im reachin out and touchin the wrong niggaDont expect me to be pimpin get your index off the triggerAs we bust, us, we leavin em in the dustSo keep that clean up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hushAs the candidate keeps flippin... niggaz dippin...Musical interludeVerse three: andre, big boiI really be love it we are gathered to lifeSo pissed to lather we come cleanSome issues need to be addressed like envelopes I meanOh like liberty bells yes them bullets keep on ranginOn fire like the georgia mass choir we keep on sanginBringin our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get greenLight and we aint gon stop until we hit the big screenPsych because no one is free when others are oppressedSo, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nestGrowing oldLike some eagles, people dont understandJust like their parents dont be carinIm speakin about you playin with that phony stuff you sharinIn your raps mercedes benz and all your richesThinkin you got it, but get it get it, but you aint pimpin no *****esCause you flaw, in, fallin like leaves into drivewaysIsnt it lovely smokin good and sloppy head on highwaysFridays are tight but saturday just makes it oldWhen tonights are hot warm enough to feed your soulGrowing oldMusical interlude 2x(96 gonna be that year...)(like memories of yesterday...)*voice of andre fades in*See all them leaves must fall down, growin oldFat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flabSores that was open wounds eventually turn to scabTrees bright and green turn yellow brownAutumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin old(repeat 3x)
