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?   Foolin' ourself, clownin' ourself, playin' ourself   By not bein' ourself   We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat   Nimrod by the time we forty 'cause we can't get our meat   While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season   Look at the picture that's painted   Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point   Where Sodomites get all the rights   We fall for fights with fistcuffs   Get pissed enough to miss the bus   It disgusts me to see my folks run up on   I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations   And recognize this mind on the 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 don't look back upon it   Just face this mind state   Otherwise Babylon      My memories of yesterday   ("Ninety-six gonna be that year")   Yeah   ("Ninety-six gonna be that year")   Yeah   ("Ninety-six gonna be that year")   Yeah, like that   ("Ninety-six gonna be that year")   Yeah      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 they makin' they paper   So I guess I can't complain or can I?      I feel they disrespectin' the whole thang   Them hooks like sellin' dope to black folks   And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin' right   My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it   I'm confessin' one mo' lesson   From the South we in the house tonight      Now hootie who wants to oppose? Suppose   We roll through Headland and Delowe   Where me and my niggaz surpassed the flow   And got down for ours like hind catchers   My mind catches flashbacks to the black past   While my close niggaz 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 Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your potnah   Gather your thoughts      ("Ninety-six gonna be that year")   Something's gotta change   Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain   Been bearing this burden for too many of my days   Looks like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way   ("Ninety-six gonna be that year")   Like memories of yesterday      Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi   It's the nigga the B-I-G,   Be speakin' the truth not talkin' that shit boi   I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps   And bustin' my raps and throwin' them craps   Seven-eleven is no convenience,   You pumpin' your gas, they're watchin' yo' back      For the robbin' crew, thinkin' they robbin' you,   You must be cautious   To stand up on yo' game and pimpin'   These crows you must be flawless   Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin' these wombats got you dizzy   My nigga you know of I wanna be playin'   But runnin' up on me like you miss me      You catchin' the wrong vibe, packin' yo' shit   And rollin' yo' eyes back   Flexin' up on the corner tossin' your dice   And rollin your Cadillac   But man it seems I'm reachin' out   And touchin' the wrong nigga      Don't expect me to be pimpin' get your index off the trigger   As we bust, us, we leavin' 'em in the dust   So keep that clean up out of your nose   I said my piece and then I hush   As the candidate keeps flippin', niggaz dippin'      ("Ninety-six gonna be that year")   Something's gotta change   Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain   Been bearing this burden for too many of my days   Looks like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way   ("Ninety-six gonna be that year")   Like memories of yesterday      I really be love it we are gathered to life   So pissed to lather we come clean   Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean   Oh like Liberty Bells yes them bullets keep on rangin'   On fire like the Georgia mass choir we keep on sangin'      Bringin' our folks closer together   'Cause they severed us from the get green   Light and we ain't 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 don't understand   Just like their parents don't be carin'   I'm speakin' about you playin'   With that phony stuff you sharin'   In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches   Thinkin' you got it, but get it get it      But you ain't pimpin' no bitches   'Cause you flaw, in, fallin' like leaves into driveways   Isn't it lovely smokin' good and sloppy head on highways   Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old   When tonight's are hot warm enough to feed your soul   Growing old      Something's gotta change   Sounds of laughter and happiness turns 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      ("Ninety-six gonna be that year")   Something's gotta change   Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain   ("Ninety-six gonna be that year")   Been bearing this burden for too many of my days   ("Ninety-six gonna be that year")   Looks like breezes of autumn done finally blew my way   Like memories of yesterday      See all them leaves must fall down, growin' 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 called 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' 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 called 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' 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 called 'em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old