Conceive true deception multiplied a million Visualize the yin and in a battle so intense we get 'em confused The evil specialize in misconstruing We be at a Presidential level, what are we doing? Foolin' ourself, ourself, playin' ourself By not bein' We can't babble no more than we can bob our head Nimrod by the we forty 'cause we can't get our meat While we ask no reason for the of the season at the picture that's painted Tainted as the mind blinded to the point Where get all the rights We for fights with fistcuffs Get enough to miss the bus It me to see my folks run up on I say stand up on deception of all of Revelations And this mind on the reality of horror known as mankind Jesus and His Twelve Disciples make A number of righteous men Even the Betrayer came true in the end The say the end is the beginning They teach that we the product of incest Invest no of self into their system of Paganomics Stand us and don't look back upon it Just face mind state Babylon
My of yesterday ("Ninety-six be that year") ("Ninety-six be that year") ("Ninety-six be that year") Yeah, that ("Ninety-six gonna be year")
I bet you heard of a playa with no game Told the to get What I want but shot it with no Take this music dead serious while entertain I see they they paper So I guess I complain or can I?
I feel they disrespectin' the thang Them like sellin' dope to black folks And I choke when the food they ain't tastin' right My stomach digest it even when I bless it I'm one mo' lesson From the South we in the house
Now hootie who wants to oppose? We roll through Headland and Where me and my surpassed the flow And got down for ours like catchers My mind catches flashbacks to the black my close niggaz laugh at
The Southern slang, finger and Mojo chicken wangs I grew up on booty shake we did not know no thang So go and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen Started by Bambaata, so you and your potnah Gather your
("Ninety-six be that year") Something's gotta Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to bearing this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of autumn done finally my way ("Ninety-six be that year") memories of yesterday
Uhh, Antwan Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi It's the the B-I-G, Be speakin' the truth not talkin' that boi I'm thinkin' of my traps And bustin' my raps and throwin' craps is no convenience, You pumpin' your gas, they're watchin' yo'
For the robbin' crew, thinkin' robbin' you, You must be To stand up on yo' and pimpin' These crows you be flawless Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you My nigga you know of I be playin' But up on me like you miss me
You catchin' the vibe, packin' yo' shit And rollin' yo' back Flexin' up on the tossin' your dice And rollin Cadillac But man it I'm reachin' out And touchin' the wrong
Don't me to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger As we bust, us, we leavin' 'em in the So keep that up out of your nose I said my piece and I hush As the keeps flippin', niggaz dippin'
("Ninety-six gonna be year") Something's change Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my to rain Been bearing this burden for too of my days like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way ("Ninety-six gonna be year") Like memories of
I really be love it we are to life So pissed to lather we come Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I Oh like Liberty Bells yes them keep on rangin' On fire like the Georgia choir we keep on sangin'
Bringin' our closer together 'Cause they severed us the get green Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big Psych no one is free when others are oppressed So, we hit the and then we fly back to our nest old
Like some eagles, people understand Just their parents don't be carin' I'm about you playin' With that stuff you sharin' In your Mercedes Benz and all your riches you got it, but get it get it
But you ain't no bitches 'Cause you flaw, in, fallin' like leaves into Isn't it lovely smokin' good and head on highways Friday's are tight but Saturday just it old When tonight's are hot enough to feed your soul old
Something's gotta Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my to rain bearing this burden for too many of my days Looks like breezes of autumn done finally my way memories of yesterday
("Ninety-six gonna be year") Something's change Sounds of and happiness turns my teardrops to rain ("Ninety-six gonna be year") Been this burden for too many of my days ("Ninety-six gonna be year") Looks like of autumn done finally blew my way Like memories of
See all them leaves fall down, growin' old Fat titties turn to as fat ass turns to flab Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to Trees bright and green yellow brown Autumn called 'em, see all them must fall down, growin' old Fat turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab Sores that was open eventually turn to scab Trees bright and green turn yellow Autumn called 'em, see all them must fall down, growin' old Fat titties to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab Sores that was open wounds turn to scab Trees bright and turn yellow brown Autumn called 'em, see all them must fall down, growin' old