OutKast - 13th Floor/Growing Old lyrics
[OutKast - 13th Floor/Growing Old lyrics]
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?
Fooling ourselves, clowning ourselves
Playing ourselves by not being ourselves
We can't babble no more than we
Can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause
We can't get off 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 upon this section
Of time marked Revelations
And recognize this mind-numbing
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
Like memories of yesterday
"Ninety-six gonna be that year"
"Ninety-six gonna be that year"
"Ninety-six gonna be that year"
"Ninety-six gonna be that year"
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're making their paper so
I guess I can't complain
Or can I? I feel they're
Disrespecting the whole thang
Them hooks like selling dope to black folks
And I choke when the food
They serving ain't tasting right
My stomach can't digest it even
When I bless it
I'm confessing one more 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 would pass the flow
And got down for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
While mind close niggas 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 Afrika Bambaata
So you and your partner gather your thoughts
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turn
My 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
Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my partners
They call me Big Boi
It's the nigga the B-IG
Be speaking the truth not
Talking that shit boy
I'm thinking of checking my traps
And busting my raps and throwing them craps
7 Eleven is no convenience
You pumping your gas but watching your back
For the robbing crew thinking
They're robbing you, you must be cautious
To staying up on your game
And pimping these crows
You must be flawless like Mortal Kombat
But fucking these wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you know if I wanna be playin
But runnin up on me like you miss me
You catching the wrong vibe
Packing your shit and rolling your eyes back
Flexin up on the corner tossin your
Dice and rollin your Cadillac
But man it seems I'm reaching out
And touching the wrong nigga
Don't expect it to be pimping get
Your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we leavin em in the dust
So keep that caine up out of your nose
I said my piece and then I hush
As the calendar keeps flippin'
Niggas dippin'
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turn
My 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
Our 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 ringing
On fire like the Georgia Mass Choir
We keep on sanging
Bringing 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 caring
I'm speaking bout you playing with
That phony stuff you sharing
In your raps Mercedes Benz
And all your riches
Thinking you got it but get it
Get it but you ain't pimping no bitches
'Cause you flauging falling like
Leaves into driveways
Isn't it lovely smoking good and
Sloppy head on highways
Fridays are tight but Saturday
Just makes it old
Winter nights are hot warm enough
To feed your soul growing old
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turn
My 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
See all them leaves must fall down
Growing 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
See all them leaves must fall down
Growing 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
See all them leaves must fall down
Growing 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
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?
Fooling ourselves, clowning ourselves
Playing ourselves by not being ourselves
We can't babble no more than we
Can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause
We can't get off 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 upon this section
Of time marked Revelations
And recognize this mind-numbing
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
Like memories of yesterday
"Ninety-six gonna be that year"
"Ninety-six gonna be that year"
"Ninety-six gonna be that year"
"Ninety-six gonna be that year"
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're making their paper so
I guess I can't complain
Or can I? I feel they're
Disrespecting the whole thang
Them hooks like selling dope to black folks
And I choke when the food
They serving ain't tasting right
My stomach can't digest it even
When I bless it
I'm confessing one more 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 would pass the flow
And got down for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
While mind close niggas 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 Afrika Bambaata
So you and your partner gather your thoughts
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turn
My 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
Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my partners
They call me Big Boi
It's the nigga the B-IG
Be speaking the truth not
Talking that shit boy
I'm thinking of checking my traps
And busting my raps and throwing them craps
7 Eleven is no convenience
You pumping your gas but watching your back
For the robbing crew thinking
They're robbing you, you must be cautious
To staying up on your game
And pimping these crows
You must be flawless like Mortal Kombat
But fucking these wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you know if I wanna be playin
But runnin up on me like you miss me
You catching the wrong vibe
Packing your shit and rolling your eyes back
Flexin up on the corner tossin your
Dice and rollin your Cadillac
But man it seems I'm reaching out
And touching the wrong nigga
Don't expect it to be pimping get
Your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we leavin em in the dust
So keep that caine up out of your nose
I said my piece and then I hush
As the calendar keeps flippin'
Niggas dippin'
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turn
My 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
Our 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 ringing
On fire like the Georgia Mass Choir
We keep on sanging
Bringing 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 caring
I'm speaking bout you playing with
That phony stuff you sharing
In your raps Mercedes Benz
And all your riches
Thinking you got it but get it
Get it but you ain't pimping no bitches
'Cause you flauging falling like
Leaves into driveways
Isn't it lovely smoking good and
Sloppy head on highways
Fridays are tight but Saturday
Just makes it old
Winter nights are hot warm enough
To feed your soul growing old
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turn
My 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
See all them leaves must fall down
Growing 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
See all them leaves must fall down
Growing 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
See all them leaves must fall down
Growing 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