They teach that we were the product of incest
Like memories of yesterday
Just like their parents don't be carin'
But runnin' up on me like you miss me
So pissed to lather we come clean
Like memories of yesterday
Something's gotta change
And rollin' yo' eyes back
See all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
For the robbin' crew, thinkin' they robbin' you,
And got down for ours like hind catchers
My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
Like some eagles, people don't understand
My nigga you know of I wanna be playin'
The resident evil specialize in misconstruing
Trees bright and green turn yellow brown
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Be speakin' the truth not talkin' that shit boi
Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi
Psych because no one is free when others are oppressed
While my close niggaz laugh at
("Ninety-six gonna be that year")
When tonight's are hot warm enough to feed your soul
We roll through Headland and Delowe
My memories of yesterday
But man it seems I'm reachin' out
Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean
It's the nigga the B-I-G,
("Ninety-six gonna be that year")
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Bringin' our folks closer together
Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Nimrod by the time we forty 'cause we can't get our meat
Where Sodomites get all the rights
A righteous number of righteous men
Look at the picture that's painted
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
("Ninety-six gonna be that year")
Growing old
I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang
And touchin' the wrong nigga
Just face this mind state
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
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So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest
Autumn called 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
So keep that clean up out of your nose
You must be cautious
("Ninety-six gonna be that year")
Yeah, like that
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Jesus and His Twelve Disciples make thirteen
Trees bright and green turn yellow brown
'Cause they severed us from the get green
And rollin your Cadillac
Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
These crows you must be flawless
Something's gotta change
Like memories of yesterday
By not bein' ourself
Get pissed enough to miss the bus
I'm speakin' about you playin'
'Cause you flaw, in, fallin' like leaves into driveways
We fall for fights with fistcuffs
I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations
Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold
("Ninety-six gonna be that year")
The Devil say the end is the beginning
I feel they disrespectin' the whole thang
("Ninety-six gonna be that year")
Yeah
Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point
Autumn called 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
As the candidate keeps flippin', niggaz dippin'
That we get 'em confused
I'm confessin' one mo' lesson
Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Where me and my niggaz surpassed the flow
("Ninety-six gonna be that year")
("Ninety-six gonna be that year")
Gather your thoughts
And recognize this mind on the reality of horror known as mankind
Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you dizzy
As we bust, us, we leavin' 'em in the dust
I said my piece and then I hush
Otherwise Babylon
Trees bright and green turn yellow brown
With that phony stuff you sharin'
Thinkin' you got it, but get it get it
Now hootie who wants to oppose? Suppose
I really be love it we are gathered to life
Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin' ourself
In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
So I guess I can't complain or can I?
Oh like Liberty Bells yes them bullets keep on rangin'
But you ain't pimpin' no bitches
Don't expect me to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger
From the South we in the house tonight
On fire like the Georgia mass choir we keep on sangin'
We wanna be at a Presidential level, what are we doing?
Something's gotta change
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your potnah
Looks like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way
Told the truth to get
Something's gotta change
And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin' right
("Ninety-six gonna be that year")
I bet you never heard of a playa with no game
The Southern slang, finger waves and Mojo chicken wangs
Like memories of yesterday
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Stand with us and don't look back upon it
Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
And bustin' my raps and throwin' them craps
You catchin' the wrong vibe, packin' yo' shit
Growing old
I see they makin' they paper
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
("Ninety-six gonna be that year")
To stand up on yo' game and pimpin'
("Ninety-six gonna be that year")
What I want but shot it with no shame
Yeah
Flexin' up on the corner tossin' your dice
Them hooks like sellin' dope to black folks
Looks like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way
Looks like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way
Take this music dead serious while others entertain
Looks like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way
Isn't it lovely smokin' good and sloppy head on highways
You pumpin' your gas, they're watchin' yo' back
Autumn called 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps
Seven-eleven is no convenience,
Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old
Yeah
It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
Songwriters: R Bailey, Andre Benjamin, P Brown, Marqueze Ethridge, Raymon Ameer Murray, Antwan Patton, Rico Wade
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain