*featuring Big Rube
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[Intro: Big Rube]
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Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold
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Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense
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that we get em confused
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The resident evil specialize in misconstruing
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We wanna be at a presidential level -- what are we doing?
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Foolin ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourself
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By not bein ourself
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We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
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Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat
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While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
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look at the picture that's painted
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Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point
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where Sodomites get all the rights
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We fall for fights with fisticuffs
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Get pissed enough to miss the bus
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It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
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I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations
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And recognize this mind on the reality of horror
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known as mankind
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Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen
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A righteous number of righteous men
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Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
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The Devil say the end is the beginning
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They teach that we were the product of incest
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Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics
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Stand with us and don't look back upon it
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Just face this mindstate
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Otherwise Babylon...
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(My memories of yesterday...)
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[cut and scratched:] "Ninety-six gonna be that year..."
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[Verse One: Andre]
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I bet you never heard of a playa with no game
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Told the truth to get what I want but shot it with no shame
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Take this music dead serious while others entertain
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I see they makin they paper so I guess I can't complain... or can I?
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I feel they disrespectin the whole thang
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Them hooks like sellin dope to black folks
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And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin right
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My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
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I'm confessin one mo' lesson from the South we in the house tonight
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Now hootie who wants to oppose? Suppose
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We rolls through Headland and Delowe
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where me and my niggaz surpassed the flow
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And got down for ours like hind catchers
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My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
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while my close niggaz laugh at
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The Southern slang, figure ways and mojo chicken wangs
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I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang
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So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
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Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your potnah
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Gather your thoughts
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[Musical Interlude: Debra Killings]
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(Something's gotta change
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Songs of laughter and happiness comes from teardrops to rain
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When daring despair, fortune may lead in my day
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And slight breezes of longing finally move my way
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Like memories of yesterday...)
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[Verse Two: Big Boi]
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Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi
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It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin the truth not talkin that shit boi
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I'm thinkin of checkin my traps and bustin my raps and throwin them craps
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Seven-eleven is no convenience, you pumpin your gas, they're watchin yo' back
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For the robbin crew, thinkin they robbin you, you must be cautious
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To stand up on yo' game and pimpin these crows you must be flawless
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Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin these wombats got you dizzy
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My nigga you know of I wanna be playin but runnin up on me like you miss me
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You catchin the wrong vibe, packin yo' shit and rollin yo' eyes back
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Flexin up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin your Cadillac
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But man it seems I'm reachin out and touchin the wrong nigga
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Don't expect me to be pimpin get your index off the trigger
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As we bust, us, we leavin em in the dust
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So keep that clean up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hush
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As the candidate keeps flippin... niggaz dippin...
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[Musical Interlude]
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[Verse Three: Andre, Big Boi]
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I really be love it we are gathered to life
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So pissed to lather we come clean
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Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean
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Oh like Liberty Bells yes them bullets keep on rangin
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On fire like the Georgia mass choir we keep on sangin
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Bringin our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green
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Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen
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Psych because no one is free when others ar
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13th Floor/Growing Old
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| Outkast |
