Outkast - 13th Floor / Growing Old Lyrics

[Intro: Big Rube]Conceive 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?Fooling ourselves, clowning ourselves, playing ourselvesBy not being ourselvesWe can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeatNimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meatWhile we ask no reason for the misplacement of the seasonLook at the picture that's paintedTainted as the mind who's 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 upon this section of time marked RevelationsAnd recognize this mind-numbing 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 don't look back upon itJust face this mindstateOtherwise Babylon[Hook: Debra Killings]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"...[Verse 1: André 3000]I 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're making their paper so I guess I can't complainOr can I? I feel they're disrespecting the whole thangThem hooks like selling dope to black folksAnd I choke when the food they serving ain't tasting rightMy stomach can't digest it even when I bless itI'm confessing one more lesson from the South, we in the house tonightNow hootie who wants to oppose? SupposeWe rolls through Headland and DeloweWhere me and my niggas would pass the flowAnd got down for ours like hind catchersMy mind catches flashbacks to the black pastWhile mind close niggas laugh atThe Southern slang, finger waves 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 Afrika Bambaata, so you and your partnerGather your thoughts[Hook: Debra Killings]Something's gotta changeSounds of laughter and happiness turn my 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 2: Big Boi]Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my partners they call me Big BoiIt's the nigga the B-I-G, be speaking the truth not talking that shit boyI'm thinking of checking my traps and busting my rapsAnd throwing them craps7 Eleven is no convenience, you pumping your gas but watching your backFor the robbing crew; thinking they're robbing you, you must be cautiousTo staying up on your game and pimping these crows, you must be flawlessLike Mortal Kombat, but fucking these wombats got you dizzyMy nigga you know if I wanna be playinBut runnin up on me like you miss meYou catching the wrong vibe, packing your shit and rolling your eyes backFlexin up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin your CadillacBut man it seems I'm reaching out and touching the wrong niggaDon't expect it to be pimping get your index off the triggerAs we bust, us, we leavin em in the dustSo keep that caine up out of your noseI said my piece and then I hushAs the calendar keeps flippin', niggas dippin'[Hook: Debra Killings]Something's gotta changeSounds of laughter and happiness turn my 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 3: André 3000]Our dearly beloved, we are gathered like soap is to lather we come cleanSome issues need to be addressed like envelopes I meanOh, like Liberty Bells, yes them bullets keep on ringingOn fire like the Georgia Mass Choir, we keep on sangingBringing our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get greenLight and we ain't 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 old[Verse 4: Big Boi]Like some eagles, people don't understandJust like their parents don't be caringI'm speaking bout you playing with that phony stuff you sharingIn your raps Mercedes Benz and all your richesThinking you got it but get it, get it but you ain't pimping no bitches'Cause you flauging; falling like leaves into drivewaysIsn't it lovely smoking good and sloppy head on highwaysFridays are tight but Saturday just makes it oldWinter nights are hot warm enough to feed your soulGrowing old[Hook: Debra Killings]Something's gotta changeSounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rainBeen bearing this burden for too many of my daysLooks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my wayLike memories of yesterday[Outro: André 3000]See all them leaves must fall down, growing 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' oldSee all them leaves must fall down, growing 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' oldSee all them leaves must fall down, growing 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