Rico Wade - Phobia lyrics

[Intro: Big Rube] The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle Of the night and somebody in yo room Your heart starts beating so fast, you can hear it pumping The veins in your temples pulsate as you stare at the intruder Then after a few minutes, you realize he ain't moving So finally you let 'em hang and turn on the light And the k**er turns into your coat throwed over the chair The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the morning And two or three motherf**ers cross the street Your senses heighten, reflexes sharpen, vision's enhanced Adrenaline flows As they rush across the street, you leave the print from the heater grip in your palm Then your heart rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these n***as just going to the store Many of us mistake phobia for true fear Whereas fear is a gift from God to be used for self-preservation Phobia are obstacles strategically placed in society by opposers of positive existence Through stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification, they'll turn your fear switch to a permanent on We can change this by changing the small truth within the lie d**h is a small price to pay for respect d**h is a small price to pay for respect You know who it is; you know what it is Peace out [Verse 1: André 3000] In these troubling times, a n***a like me be thinking of rhymes That makes my quarters, nickels, plus my pennies and my dimes stack Don't be looking for trouble, it be finding me Try turning the other cheek I understand but never mind that Yes sir, guess the light is getting dim At the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my rims I never thought thirty spokes could attract so much attention I gotta protect my own therefore I'm heated just like a kitchen Full of pots and pan, Glock's in hand Shots, rung out like ringin' the bells And then that s**er n***a ran Damn, I never thought that it would come to this conclusion The folks that throwed us on them boats should be the one's I'm bruisin' But naw, we don't see it that way In '94 this is the real, it ain't no time for play play Better believe the playas on the loose Need to get they head screwed on tight When it really get down to the nitty grit, who gone fight? Pipe, down 'Cause ain't no better time to crank it up than right now We gots the Seagram crunk down here And I don't hear nobody disagreeing Orga-no-i-z-e, Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi [Chorus: Big Boi] So don't spend your whole life Living it for the white You got a 9-to-5 and now you choose to live it right You taking your a** to the Army 'cause you scared of revolution I'm writing every day to stop that brain pollution I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture less I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday, so playa, f** a job Educated and black, I will resort to rob [Verse 2: Big Boi] See why in the muthaf**, do n***as be acting up Do they want me to grab my sh** and be lettin' that pistol go buck? See I be gettin' stuck and stuff Havin' to knock a n***a out about my clout That's not what it's about See yes indeed I got that weed like Daddy Q be havin' them ounces That n***a the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out and then I bounces I got that lyrical flow to make a ho pull up her skirt I drunk that Erk & Jerk, boi, thinkin' of future things to work on I got my f** on and then I took my clothes off Washed my nuts up in the sink and then I got more nuts off Cough, it's time to be out, sees bein' a pimp is bein' a pimp I'm dirtier than the sh** on the back of a shrimp Now ain't that foul the way a n***a can spit that style My n***a, I spit it, I did it, y'all s**as need to quit it 'Cause it's real [Chorus: Big Boi] So don't spend your whole life Living it for the white You got a 9-to-5 and now you choose to live it right You taking your a** to the Army 'cause you scared of revolution I'm writing every day to stop that brain pollution I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture less I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday, so playa, f** a job Educated and black, I will resort to rob [Verse 3] [Big Boi] Well, it's that n***a that be wearing Nautica V-necks and Polo sweats I got some food up in your thoughts and that cess off in your chest See, living up in the Dungeon where we stayed in '93 See, that n***a the B-I-G B-O-I, that be me, yee And when we rock it, n***as be jocking just like jock itch You snitch, I f**ed your b**h See and my n***as G'd that ho On the Southside of Campbellton Road No slippin' in this pimpin', she was just a horny toad See, I'm a mystery like the k**ing of Michael Jordan's father Was steadily clockin' the hoes when I worked at Foot Locker I'm gettin' higher than learning Smokin' 'em up and then burning East Point is on the map and now I close the curtains [André 3000] Now sh** done got boring a** Molin' when XS closed down But n***as kept soarin', steerin' Stirrin', being the pharm a**istant that missed Other folks but some people tend to joke about this But it's really dead serious You can bet my lyrics Now ya wonder why that we done stopped and got curious Wanting to know where I'm from and where I need to be Now that I know comfortable living give me meat Can I get that; ya wonder why we split back Lure us into pitch black dark But I sit back and spark another one To leave ya discombobulated in that dust Living in a world where in nobody do you trust Then hustlin' became a major trade, but... Us in major trouble 'cause we made, uh... Too many mistakes off in the past Thinkin' you could make it this world and now we laugh 'Cause it's all false Either way ya go, ya gotta pay the cost... [Chorus: Big Boi] So don't spend your whole life Living it for the white You got a 9-to-5 and now you choose to live it right You taking your a** to the Army 'cause you scared of revolution I'm writing every day to stop that brain pollution I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture less I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday, so playa, f** a job Educated and black, I will resort to rob Spend your whole life Living it for the white You got a 9-to-5 and now you choose to live it right](2506084) You taking your a** to the Army 'cause you scared of revolution I'm writing every day to stop that brain pollution I got a baby on the way, the cess is in my chest I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture less I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday, so playa, f** a job Educated and black, hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob, n***a Yeah Take you a li'l higher, knowwhatI'msayin'? When you learnin', when you burnin' up that smoke So you can choke on my quote And get my ... down yo' throat You just don't understand, youknowwhatI'msayin'? Organized Noize for '95, b**h!