Liberation

And there`s a, and there`s a<br>And there`s a, and there`s a, finnne.. linnne<br>Too late to pray that I`m on it..<br><br>Ya, yeah, yeahhhh<br><br>[OutKast]<br>Y`all, uh-huh, y`all<br><br>[Andre Benjamin]<br>And there`s a fine line between love and hate you see<br>Came way too late, but baby I`m on it..<br>And there`s a fine line between love and hate you see<br>Came way too late, but baby I`m on it..<br>Can`t worry bout, what a nigga think now see<br>That`s Liberation and baby I want it..<br>Can`t worry bout, what anotha nigga think<br>Now that`s Liberation and baby I want it..<br><br>[Big Boi]<br>(Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those)<br>How many times I, sit back and contemplate<br>I`m fresh off the dank, but I`m tellin my story..<br>My relationship, with my folks is give and take<br>And I done took so much, now give me my glory<br>Now have a choice to be who you wants to be<br>It`s left uppa to me, and my momma n`em told me (yes she did)<br>I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be<br>It`s left uppa to me, and my momma n`em told me<br><br>[Cee-Lo]<br>No, nooo, noooooooo<br>I`m so tired, it`s been so long - struggling, hopelessly<br>Seven and forty days.. heyyy<br>Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe<br>To make you believe, I`d give my life awayyyy<br>Oh lord, I`m so tired, I`m so tired<br>My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my owwwwn<br>All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee..<br>We alive or we ain`t livin, that`s why I`m givin until it`s gone<br>Cause I don`t wanna be alone (I don`t wanna be alone)<br>I don`t wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee<br>If there`s anything I can say, to help you find your way<br>Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I..<br>There`s not a minute that goes by that I don`t believe<br>that you die.. but I can feel it in the wind<br>The beginning or the end<br>But people keep your head to the skyyyyy<br><br>[singers in background over interlude]<br>Shake that load off, shake that load off (16X)<br><br>[Erykah Badu]<br>Folk in your face, you`re a superstar<br>Niggaz hang around cause of who you are<br>You get a lot of love cause of what you got<br>Say they happy for you but they really not<br>Sell a lot of records and you roll a benz<br>Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends<br>All you wanna do is give the world your heart<br>Record label tried to make you compromise your art<br>You make a million dollars, make a million mo`<br>First class broad treat you like a nigga po`<br>You wanna say "Wait!" but you`re scared to ask<br>as your world starts spinning and it`s moving fast<br>Tryin` to stay sane is the price of fame<br>Spending your life trying to numb the pain<br>You shake that load off and sing your song<br>Liberate the minds, then you go on home..<br><br>[Big Rube]<br>I must admit, they planted a lot of things<br>in the brains and the veins of my strain<br>Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine<br>From them whores, from the flame<br>From a post in the game<br>Makes it hard to maintain focus<br>They`re from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries<br>The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts<br>Cause it`s a hard row to hoe<br>if your ass don`t move, and the rain don`t fall<br>And the ground just dry<br>But the roots are strong, so some survive<br>So you`re surprised, now I`m bustin cries<br>You got more juice than Zeus<br>Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten<br>Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti<br>But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded<br>Melanin silicon and collagen injected<br>Dissectin my pride, fool I don`t wanna get it started<br>We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy<br>It`s like that red sprite, you can`t imagine it<br>unless you lookin at the canvas of life<br>and not through the peephole of mortality<br>Single minded mentality<br>Gettin over on loopholes<br>Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities<br>Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel<br>Pack the steel<br>Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe<br>I don`t we in Kansas no mo` though<br>Midwest or Dirty South<br>Clean dressed or dirty mouth<br>Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers<br>You a scared demon<br>Shouldn`t be allowed to spread semen<br>And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble<br>Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs<br>Though the man on your head say the story<br>As you downplay your glory<br>Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen<br>Just by rappin..<br>LIBERTAD..