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13th Floor/Growing Old

アーティスト：OutKast  アルバム：ATLiens  作詞：BAILEY RUBEN LEMONT/BENJAMIN ANDRE/BROWN PATRICK L  作曲：BAILEY RUBEN LEMONT/BENJAMIN ANDRE/BROWN PATRICK L 

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Big Rube (Spoken): Conceive true deception, and multiply it a million fold. Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense, that we get 'em confused. The resident evil specialize in misconstruin'. We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'? Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin ourself, but 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 the section of time marked Revelations. And recognize this mind numbin' 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 beginnin'. 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. Just face this mind state, otherwise Babylon. Debra Killings: My memories of yesterday Cut and scratched: Ninety-six gonna be that year (Yeah, Yeah) Ninety-six gonna be that year (Yeah) Ninety-six gonna be that year (Y-y-y-yeah) Ninety-six gonna be that year (Yeah) 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' their 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 who-ty 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, finger waves 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 Bambaataa, so you and your partner Gather your thoughts (Ninety-six gonna be that year) 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 (Ninety-six gonna be that year), done finally blew my way Like memories of yesterday Big Boi: Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my partners 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'



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