13th Floor / Growing Old

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 misconstruin'

We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?

Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves

By not bein' 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 up on this 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 it

Just face this mindstate

Otherwise Babylon (Babylon, Babylon)

Like memories of yesterday (day, day, day)

Ninety-six gon' be that year

Nine, nine, ninety-six gon' be that year (yeah)

Ninety-six gon' be that year (like that)

Ninety-six gon' 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 makin' they paper so I guess I can't complain

Or can I? I feel they disrespectin' the whole thang

Them hooks like sellin' dope to black folks

And I choke when the food they servin' ain't tastin' right

My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it

I'm confessin' 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 Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner

Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)

Something's gotta change

Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain

Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days

Looks like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way (ninety-six gon' be that year)

Like memories of yesterday

Uh, 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, boy

I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps and bustin' my raps

And throwin' them craps

7 Eleven is no convenience, you pumpin' your gas but watchin' your back

For the robbin' crew, thinkin' they're robbin' you, you must be cautious

To stayin' up on your game and pimpin' these crows, you must be flawless

Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you dizzy

My nigga you know if I wanna be playin'

But runnin' up on me like you miss me

You catchin' the wrong vibe, packin' your shit and rollin' your eyes back

Flexin' up on the corner tossin' your dice and rollin' your Cadillac

But man it seems I'm reachin' out and touchin' the wrong nigga

Don't expect it to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger

As we bust (bust), us (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' (ninety-six gon' be that year)

Something's gotta change

Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain

Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days

Looks like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way (ninety-six gon' be that year)

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 ringin'

On fire like the Georgia Mass Choir, we keep on sangin'

Bringin' 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

Sike, because no one is free when others are oppressed

So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest

Growin' old

Like some eagles, people don't understand

Just like their parents don't be carin'

I'm speakin' bout you playin' with that phony stuff you sharin'

In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches

Thinkin' you got it but get it, get it but you ain't pimpin' no bitches

'Cause you flaugin', fallin' like leaves into driveways

Isn't it lovely smokin' 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

Growin' old

Something's gotta change

Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain

Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days

Looks like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way

Like memories of yesterday (ninety-six gon' be that year)

Something's gotta change

Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain (ninety-six gon' be that year)

Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days (ninety-six gon' be that year)

Looks like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way

Like memories of yesterday

See all them leaves must fall down, growin' 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

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

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