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  • Текст песни Outkast F/ Erykah Badu, Big Rube, Cee Lo - Liberation



    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]
    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
    Can't wait 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)
    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, now gimme my glory
    To 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 say to have a choice to be who you wants to be
    Is left uppa to me, and my momma nem 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 but 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
    Is there anything I can say to help you find your way
    Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I
    There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
    we can fly.. but I can feel it in the wind
    The beginning or the end
    So people keep your head to the skyyyyy
    [singers in background over interlude]
    Shake that load off, shake that load off (16X)
    [unknown singer]
    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 alot a' records and you roll a Benz
    Fall up in the spot now you losin friends
    All ya wanna do is give the world ya heart
    Record label tryin to make you compromise ya art
    You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
    First class broads treat ya like a nigga po
    You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask
    Ya world starts spinnin and it's movin fast
    Ya try to stay sane that's the price of fame
    Spending your life trying to numb the pain
    Ya shake that load off and sing ya 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
    Then from the glock rounds and lockdowns and burials
    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 is dry
    But the roots are strong, so some survive
    To your surprise, no one voived their 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 killin fields with no toto
    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 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 brethern happen
    Just by rappin..
    LIBERATOR..