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, clownin ourself, playin ourself
By not bein 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 playa 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 serve ain't tastin right
My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
I'm confessin 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 niggaz surpassed the flow
And got down for
ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
while my close
niggaz 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 come from teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden for too many of
my days
Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
Like memories of
yesterday...)
Verse Two: Big Boi
Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my
potnahs they call me Big Boi
It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin the truth not talkin that
shit boi
I'm thinkin of checkin my traps and bustin my raps and throwin them craps
Seven-eleven is no convenience, you pumpin your gas, they're watchin yo' back
For the robbin
crew, thinkin they robbin you, you must be cautious
To stand up on yo' game and pimpin these
crows you must be flawless
Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin these wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you know of I wanna be playin but runnin up on me like you miss me
You catchin the
wrong vibe, packin yo' shit and rollin yo' 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 me to be pimpin get your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we leavin 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... niggaz dippin...
Musical Interlude
Verse
Three: Andre, Big Boi
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 rangin
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
Growing 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 flaw, in, fallin like leaves into driveways
Isn't it lovely
smokin 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
Musical Interlude 2X
("96 gonna be that year...")
(Like memories of
yesterday...)
*voice of Andre fades in*
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
(repeat 3X
