Outkast Lyrics
"Phobia"
[Talking]
The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle
of the night
and somebody in yo room. Yo heart starts beating so fast
you can hear it pumping.
The veins in yo temple 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 killer turns into
yo coat throwed over the chair.
The
feeling of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or
three motherfuckers
cross the street. Yo senses heighten, reflexes
sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline
flows as they rush across the
street you leave the print from the heater grip
in yo palm then yo heart
rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize
these niggas just
goin' 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. Death is a small price to
pay for
respect. Death is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it
is.
You know what it is. Peace out.
[Verse 1:
Andre]
In these troublin' times
a nigga like me
be thinkin' of rhymes
that makes my quarters nickels
plus my pennies and
my dimes stack
Don't be lookin' 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 too much attention
I gotta protect my
own therefore
I'm heated just like a kitchen
full of pots and pan Glocks
in hand
Shots rung out like ringin' the bells
and then that sucker nigga
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 losin'
but naw we
don't see it that way
in '94 this is the real no time for play play
betta
believe the playas on the loot
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 to see rump crum down
here
and I don't hear nobody disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and
Big Boi
[Chorus]
So
don't spend yo whole life
livin' it for the white
You got a 9 to 5 and now
you
choose to live it right
You takin' yo ass to the Army
'cause you scared
of Revolution
I'm writing everyday to stop that brain pollution
I got a
baby on the way that stress 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 play your fuckin'
job
educated and black I will resort to rob
[Verse
2: Big Boi]
See why in the muthafuck
do niggas
be acting up
Do they want me to grab my shit
and lettin' that pistol go
ruck
See I be gettin' stuck and stuff
havin' to knock a nigga 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 nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out
and
then I bounces
I got that lyrical flow to make
a hoe pull up her skirt
I
drunk that herk & jerk boi
thinkin' of future things to work on
I got
my fuck 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
see bein' a pimp is bein'
a pimp
I'm dirtier than the shit
on the back of a shrimp
Now ain't that
foul
the way a nigga can spit that style
My nigga I spit it I did it
Now
suckas need to quit it
'Cause it's real
[Chorus]
[Verse
3: Big Boi]
Well it's that nigga that be
wearing
Nautica V-necks
and Polo sweats
I got some food up in yo thoughts
and
that cess off in yo chest
See livin' up in the dungeon
where we stayed in
'93
see that nigga the B-I-G B-O-I
that be me
and when we rock it
Niggas
be jocking just like ?
you snitch I fucked yo bitch
See and my niggas G'd
that hoe
on the South side of Camelton Road
No slippin' in this pimpin'
she
was just a horny toad
See I'm a mystery like the
killing of Michael Jordan's
father
Was steadily packin' 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 my clothes is hurtin'
[Andre:]
Now
shit done got boring ass
molin' when excess closed down
but niggaz kept
sewin' shearin'
stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that missed
of the folks
but some people
tend to joke about this
but it's really dead spirits
You
can bet my lyrics
now ya wonder why that we
done stopped and got serious
Wantin'
to know where I'm from
and where I need to be
Now that I know comfortable
living
give me meat
Can I get back 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 livin' in a world
where in nobody do you trust
Then hush never
became a major trade
but us in major trouble
'cause we made a too many mistakes
off
in the past
Thinkin' you could make it this world
and now we laugh 'cause
it's all faults [Chorus starts here]
either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost
of the mic wind
[Chorus repeat] [last line is changed
to:]
I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah
Takin'
you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you
burnin' up that
smoke so you can choke on my quotes
and get my * down yo throat you just don't
understand
youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!
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