Brian Frye - 13th Floor / Growing Old lyrics

[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 doin' Fooling ourselves, clowning ourselves, playing ourselves By not being 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 deception of time all of Revelations And recognize this mind on the 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 it Just face this mindstate Otherwise Babylon [Hook: Debra k**ings] Like memories of yesterday... "Ninety-six gonna be that year"... [Verse 1: Andre 3000] 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're making their paper so I guess I can't complain Or can I? I feel they're disrespecting the whole thang Them hooks like selling dope to black folks And I choke when the food they serving ain't tasting right My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it I'm confessing 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 n***as would pa** the flow And got down for ours like hind catchers My mind catches flashbacks to the black past While mind close n***as 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 Afrika Bambaata, so you and your partner Gather your thoughts [Hook: Debra k**ings] Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness turn 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 2: Big Boi] Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my partners they call me Big Boi It's the n***a the B-I-G, be speaking the truth not talking that sh** boy I'm thinking of checking my traps and busting my raps And throwing them craps 7 Eleven is no convenience, you pumping your gas but watching your back For the robbing crew; thinking they're robbing you, you must be cautious To staying up on your game and pimping these crows, you must be flawless Like Mortal Kombat, but f**ing these wombats got you dizzy My n***a you know if I wanna be playin But runnin up on me like you miss me You catching the wrong vibe, packing your sh** and rolling your eyes back Flexin up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin your Cadillac But man it seems I'm reaching out and touching the wrong n***a Don't expect it to be pimping get your index off the trigger As we bust, 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', n***as dippin' [Hook] [Verse 3: Andre 3000] 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 ringing On fire like the Georgia ma** choir we keep on sanging Bringing 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 [Verse 4: Big Boi] Like some eagles, people don't understand Just like their parents don't be caring I'm speaking bout you playing with that phony stuff you sharing In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches Thinking you got it but get it, get it but you ain't pimping no b**hes Cause you fall in; falling like leaves into driveways Isn't it lovely smoking 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 Growing old [Hook] [Outro] See all them leaves must fall down, growing old Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat a** 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