Lo Liberation Lyrics

Lo   Liberation lyrics

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) 

  

 [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 a lot of records and you rollin in 

 Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends 

 All you wanna do is get to where you are 

 but the label tried to make you compromise your art 

 You make a million dollars, make a million mo' 

 First class probably treat you like a nigga po' 

 You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask 

 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 note off and sing a 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 

 They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries 

 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 just dry 

 But the roots are strong, so some survive 

 So you're surprised, now I'm bustin 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 killing fields with no toe 

 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 who 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.. 

 LIBERTAD