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"Liberation" lyrics


featuring Erikah 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 
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... 

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