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Phobia

Artist:OutKast  Album:Higher Learning 

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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 motherf**kers 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 f**kin' job educated and black I will resort to rob Verse 2: Big Boi See why in the muthaf**k


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