OUTKAST


Liberation Lyrics

(feat. Erykah Badu, Big Rube, Cee-Lo)

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
Niggas 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
Stroll 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 as
Your world starts spinning and it's moving fast
Try to stay sane, it's the price of fame
Spending your life trying to numb the pain
You shake that load off and sing a song
Liberate the minds, then you go on home…

[Big Rube]
I must admit, they planted a lot of thangs
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
Then from the Glock rounds, and lockdowns, and burials
The seeds that’s sowed, 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 is dry
But the roots are strong, so some survive
To your surprise, now I voice their cries
You got more juice than Zeus
Slangin’ lightnin’, tryin’ to frighten
The plains dwellers, of the Serengeti
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
Melanin and silicon and collagen injected
Dissectin’ my pride. We weren’t gon’ get it started
We be the lionhearted, without a fantasi
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
Getting’ over on loopholes
Getting’ paid two-fold on technicalities
Clickin’ your heels, scared to voice how you feel
Packin’ steel
Pickin’ cotton from the killing fields with no total
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 you cowardly lions never defyin’ the jackals of 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 brethren happen
Just by rappin’...
LIBERTAD.

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Songwriter(s): Ernest Sarfo Baidoo, Jason Butt, Brian Grover, Nathan Aust, Greg Jacques, Diaeldin Ibrahim, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Mike Perlmutter, Andrew Mandell, Andrew Victor Fatseas, Andrew Samuel
Copyright: Divine Pimp Publishing, Record Kicks Di Pozzoli Nicolo, Gnat Booty Music, Chrysalis M
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