Organized Noize - Thought Process lyrics

[Verse 1: T-Mo] Let me get a chop at this lumber, n***as from down Underground they hangin' around the A-Town Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5 Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive Not greedy or livin' lavish yet, but you can bet That when I do, nobody from my crew will I forget And if I start to get large and come up on some change I won't change, everybody know they down It's not the same, everyday life can be different These laws got me ready to brawl cause I fall a victim So I still be slangin' them fat pillows to make 'em meet Each and every day as I comb my city streets Sometimes I wish I never had been a part of this mess Cause the system got us f**ed up It put us to the test, women and men, if you black you in Food for the soul listen to what I tell you It don't matter young or old, it's time we loc' up And do like we suppose We k**in' each other over this bullsh** and some clothes We trapped off in this world's society with no place else to go So how you feel??? [Verse 2: Khujo] Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't Know myself I be too numb To feel something sometimes so I dig deep Get in the Cherokee Let my mind fly free into the wilderness So I can get this sh** off my mind That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes It keep me from snappin', keeps me calm Keeps my mind open, keeps me fond Of what I gots to do off in the studio To get my old bird back on her feet And my little bro in Statesboro And my little cuz Mark Twain, all my folks that hang with me When I was out in the trap or when I was goin' Through one of our episodes, only God knows What I go through so I get down on my knees Sometimes I come home too high to pray But I get on my bed, lay on my back And meditate, anyway, in the ceiling The four walls, it's like cell therapy Got nothing to do but write about my L-I-F-E Put it down on paper... Man, so what you feelin' like? [Bridge: Cee-Lo & Khujo] I live for today, motherf** another hour, it might be sour Never know my day so I'm prayin' in the shower Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood It's people k**in' in the street to eat Survivin' the day is the only goal that I set Just to make it home, I'm not alone Someone's out to get me when I haven't done sh** wrong [Verse 3: Big Gipp] My head felt swoll, messed up, couldn't see past my mouth “What route did you take man?” Got me by the loops of my pants Got me on the curb lettin' the traffic pa** me by No questions, I said nothing Lookin' for the mutant to be buckin' the law, naw man Gipp Showed him my sh**, closed my mouth then I dip See to me a G is a person who understands the plan Can't make no moves when you in the hands of the man They got some new suites down Peachtree Left wing for the Feds, right wing for the hardheads Makin' more deals than Buddy Fowlkes made with Hartsfield Somebody don't want my face in this place for ‘96, sh**'s slick Car be clean lookin' fresh, dog be scratchin' at my chest Under the order of who? Guess who, ain't none iller Than Miller, wanna 1-2 your a** No more life what you gave is the past, cause ain't no future Wanna “Miller camp” your case, disgrace your face Make it seem to be safe, ain't no place to run [Verse 4: Cee-Lo] Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat 'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street sh**, you might see a n***a on TV But hell it's almost like I'm rappin' for free, that little money be gone God dammit I'm grown Gotta help keep the heat and lights on It would be nice to have more but I kinda like bein' poor At least I know what my friends here for I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't It's n***as hurtin' and uncertain about If they gon' make it or not, that's why we got n***a's k**ing Feelin' like they comin' up off a little dope they sold You can get some gold but we won't make it as a whole Cause without you there'd be no me And without no unity there will never be any happiness You could smoke a pound of sess And it still won't relieve your stress God bless... my thought process [Verse 5: Andre 3000] The thought process... Now- Now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life Done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin' Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the bu*tons I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one They said it skipped from 12 to 14 Still smoking, still drinking No I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 AM thinking That in reality the world is like a ball full of players We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers And only prayer is the tightest game that you can have The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken gla** But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play, right? Huh, the only thing we feared was Williams, Wayne Never thought about hittin' licks or slangin' 'caine Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to abortion Label me "murderer" because my a** is scorchin' Hot from the Glock that sits under my seat Yeah, it's real f**ed up that my folks come to get me And it's like dat, yeah...and it's like dem!