text: 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 doing?
  Fooling ourselves, clowning ourselves, playing ourselves
  By not being ourselves
  We cant babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
  Nimrod by the time we forty cause we cant get off meat
  While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
  Look at the picture thats painted
  Tainted as the mind whos 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 upon this section of time marked Revelations
  And recognize this mind-numbing 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 dont look back upon it
  Just face this mindstate
  Otherwise Babylon
  Like memories of yesterday
  Ninety-six gonna be that year...
  Ninety-six gonna be that year...
  Ninety-six gonna be that year...
  Ninety-six gonna be that year...
  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 theyre making their paper so I guess I cant complain
  Or can I? I feel theyre disrespecting the whole thang
  Them hooks like selling dope to black folks
  And I choke when the food they serving aint tasting right
  My stomach cant digest it even when I bless it
  Im 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 niggas would pass the flow
  And got down for ours like hind catchers
  My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
  While mind close niggas 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
  Somethings 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
  Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my partners they call me Big Boi
  Its the nigga the B-I-G, be speaking the truth not talking that shit boy
  Im 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 theyre robbing you, you must be cautious
  To staying up on your game and pimping these crows, you must be flawless
  Like Mortal Kombat, but fucking these wombats got you dizzy
  My nigga you know if I wanna be playin
  But runnin up on me like you miss me
  You catching the wrong vibe, packing your shit and rolling your eyes back
  Flexin up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin your Cadillac
  But man it seems Im reaching out and touching the wrong nigga
  Dont 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, niggas dippin
  Somethings 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
  Our 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 Mass Choir, we keep on sanging
  Bringing our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green
  Light and we aint 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
  Like some eagles, people dont understand
  Just like their parents dont be caring
  Im 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 aint pimping no bitches
  Cause you flauging; falling like leaves into driveways
  Isnt 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
  Somethings 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
  See all them leaves must fall down, growing old
  Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass 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
  See all them leaves must fall down, growing old
  Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass 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
  See all them leaves must fall down, growing old
  Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass 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