Liberation Lyrics by Outkast

Liberation Lyrics

    And there's a, and there's a
    And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne
    Too late to pray that i'm on it..

    Ya, yeah, yeahhhh

    [outkast]
    Y'all, uh-huh, y'all

    [andre benjamin]
    And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
    Came way too late, but baby i'm on it..
    And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
    Came way too late, but baby i'm on it..
    Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see
    That's liberation and baby i want it..
    Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think
    Now that's liberation and baby i want it..

    [big boi]
    (let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those)
    How many times i, sit back and contemplate
    I'm fresh off the dank, but i'm tellin my story..
    My relationship, with my folks is give and take
    And i done took so much, not givin my glory
    Now have a choice to be who you wants to be
    It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did)
    I said i have a choice to be who you wants to be
    It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me

    [cee-lo]
    No, nooo, noooooooo
    I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly
    Seven and forty days.. heyyy
    Ohhhh, i sacrifice every breath i breathe
    To make you believe, i'd give my life awayyyy
    Oh lord, i'm so tired, i'm so tired
    My feet feel like i walked most of the road on my owwwwn
    All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee..
    We alive or we ain't livin, that's why i'm givin until it's gone
    Cause i don't wanna be alone (i don't wanna be alone)
    I don't wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee
    If there's anything i can say, to help you find your way
    Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and i..
    There's not a minute that goes by that i don't believe
    That you die.. but i can feel it in the wind
    The beginning or the end
    But people keep your head to the skyyyyy

    [singers in background over interlude]
    Shake that load off, shake that load off (16x)

    [erykah badu]
    Folk in your face, you're a superstar
    Niggaz hang around cause of who you are
    You get a lot of love cause of what you got
    Say they happy for you but they really not
    Sell a lot of records and you roll a benz
    Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends
    All you wanna do is give the world your heart
    Record label tried to make you compromise your art
    You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
    First class broad treat you like a nigga po'
    You wanna say "wait!" but you're scared to ask
    As your world starts spinning and it's moving fast
    Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame
    Spending your life trying to numb the pain
    You shake that load off and sing your song
    Liberate the minds, then you go on home..

    [big rube]
    I must admit, they planted a lot of things
    In the brains and the veins of my strain
    Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
    From them whores, from the flame
    From a post in the game
    Makes it hard to maintain focus
    They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries
    The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
    Cause it's a hard row to hoe
    If your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
    And the ground just dry
    But the roots are strong, so some survive
    So you're surprised, now i'm bustin cries
    You got more juice than zeus
    Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten
    Plains dwellers, of the serengeti
    But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
    Melanin silicon and collagen injected
    Dissectin my pride, fool i don't wanna get it started
    We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
    It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
    Unless you lookin at the canvas of life
    And not through the peephole of mortality
    Single minded mentality
    Gettin over on loopholes
    Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities
    Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel
    Pack the steel
    Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe
    I don't we in kansas no mo' though
    Midwest or dirty south
    Clean dressed or dirty mouth
    Whether robbin preachers or killin poor righteous teachers
    You a scared demon
    Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
    And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble
    Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
    Though the man on your head say the story
    As you downplay your glory
    Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen
    Just by rappin..
    Libertad..

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