13th Floor/growing Old Lyrics - Atliens - Outkast

Intro: Big Rube 

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 misconstruing 

We wanna be at a presidential level -- what are we doing? 

Foolin ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourself 

By not bein ourself 

We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat 

Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our 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 the section of time marked Revelations 

And recognize this mind rumbing 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 beginning 

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 

Just face this mindstate 

Otherwise Babylon... 

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Verse One: Andre 

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 serve ain't tastin right 

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

I'm confessin one mo' 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 niggaz surpassed the flow 

And got down for ours like hind catchers 

My mind catches flashbacks to the black past 

while my close niggaz laugh at 

The Southern slang, figure ways 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 

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Musical Interlude: Debra Killings 

(Something's gotta change 

Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain 

Been bearing this burden for too many of my days 

Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way 

Like memories of yesterday...) 

Verse Two: Big Boi 

Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi 

It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin the truth not talkin that shit boi 

I'm thinkin of checkin my traps and bustin my raps and throwin them craps 

Seven-eleven is no convenience, you pumpin your gas, they're watchin yo' back 

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

To stand up on yo' game and pimpin these crows you must be flawless 

Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin these wombats got you dizzy 

My nigga you know of I wanna be playin but runnin up on me like you miss me 

You catchin the wrong vibe, packin yo' shit and rollin yo' 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, us, be leavin em in the dust 

So keep that cain up out of your nose I said my piece and then I hush 

As the candidate keeps flippin... niggaz dippin... 

Musical Interlude 

Verse Three: Andre, Big Boi 

My dearly beloved we are gathered to life 

Like soap is the lather we come clean 

Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean 

Oh like Liberty Bells yes them bullets keep on rangin 

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 

Psych because no one is free when others are oppressed 

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

Growing old 

Like some eagles, people don't understand 

Just like their parents don't be carin 

I'm speakin about 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 flaw, in, fallin like leaves into driveways 

Isn't it lovely smokin good and sloppy head on highways 

Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old 

Winter nights are hot warm enough to feed your soul 

Growing old 

Musical Interlude 2X 

("96 gonna be that hit...") 

(Like memories of yesterday...) 

*voice of Andre fades in* 

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 

(repeat 3X)