Lyrics Phobia - OutKast
Talking:
The
feeling
of
being
12
years
old
and
waking
up
in
the
middle
Of
the
night
and
somebody
in
yo
room.
Yo
heart
starts
beating
so
fast
You
can
hear
it
pumping.
The
veins
in
yo
temple
pulsate
as
you
stare
at
The
intruder.
Then
after
a
few
minutes
you
realize
he
ain't
moving.
So
Finally
you
let
'em
hang
and
turn
on
the
light
and
the
killer
turns
into
Yo
coat
throwed
over
the
chair.
The
feeling
of
sitting
at
the
red
light
early
in
the
morning
and
two
or
Three
motherfuckers
cross
the
street.
Yo
senses
heighten,
reflexes
Sharpen
vision's
enhanced
adrenaline
flows
as
they
rush
across
the
Street
you
leave
the
print
from
the
heater
grip
in
yo
palm
then
yo
heart
Rate
and
breathing
drag
back
to
normal
as
you
realize
these
niggas
just
Goin'
to
the
store.
Many
of
us
mistake
Phobia
for
true
fear.
Whereas
fear
is
a
gift
from
God
to
be
used
for
self-preservation.
Phobia
are
obstacles
strategically
Placed
in
society
by
opposers
of
positive
existence.
Through
Stereotyping,
innuendo,
false
documentation,
and
glorification
they'll
Turn
your
fear
switch
to
a
permanent
on.
We
can
change
this
by
changing
The
small
truth
within'
the
lie.
Death
is
a
small
price
to
pay
for
Respect.
Death
is
a
small
price
to
pay
for
respect.
You
know
who
it
is.
You
know
what
it
is.
Peace
out.
1:
Andre
In
these
troublin'
times
A
nigga
like
me
be
thinkin'
of
rhymes
That
makes
my
quarters
nickels
Plus
my
pennies
and
my
dimes
stack
Don't
be
lookin'
for
trouble
it
be
finding
me
Try
turning
the
other
cheek
I
understand
but
never
mind
that
Yes
Sir
guess
the
light
is
getting
dim
At
the
end
of
the
tunnel
tried
to
hit
me
for
my
rims
I
never
thought
thirty
spokes
Could
attract
too
much
attention
I
gotta
protect
my
own
therefore
I'm
heated
just
like
a
kitchen
Full
of
pots
and
pan
Glocks
in
hand
Shots
rung
out
like
ringin'
the
bells
And
then
that
sucker
nigga
ran
Damn,
I
never
thought
that
it
Would
come
to
this
conclusion
The
folks
that
throwed
us
On
them
boats
should
be
the
one's
I'm
losin'
But
naw
we
don't
see
it
that
way
In
'94
this
is
the
real
no
time
for
play
play
Betta
believe
the
playas
on
the
loot
Need
to
get
they
head
screwed
on
tight
When
it
really
get
down
to
the
nitty
grit
Who
gone
fight
pipe
down
'Cause
ain't
no
better
time
To
crank
it
up
than
right
now
We
gots
to
see
rump
crum
down
here
And
I
don't
hear
nobody
disagreein'
Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr.
D.J.
and
me
and
Big
Boi
So
don't
spend
yo
whole
life
Livin'
it
for
the
white
You
got
a
9 to
5 and
now
You
choose
to
live
it
right
You
takin'
yo
ass
to
the
Army
'Cause
you
scared
of
Revolution
I'm
writing
everyday
to
stop
that
brain
pollution
I
got
a
baby
on
the
way
that
stress
is
in
my
chest
I'm
18
years
of
age
and
black
so
I
can
picture
less
I'm
smokin'
and
drinkin'
e'ryday
So
play
your
fuckin'
job
Educated
and
black
I
will
resort
to
rob
2:
Big
Boi
See
why
in
the
muthafuck
Do
niggas
be
acting
up
Do
they
want
me
to
grab
my
shit
And
lettin'
that
pistol
go
ruck
See
I
be
gettin'
stuck
and
stuff
Havin'
to
knock
a
nigga
out
about
my
clout
That's
not
what
it's
about
See
yes
indeed
I
got
that
weed
Like
Daddy
Q
be
havin'
them
ounces
That
nigga
the
B-I-G
be
chokin'
'em
out
And
then
I
bounces
I
got
that
lyrical
flow
to
make
A
hoe
pull
up
her
skirt
I
drunk
that
herk
& jerk
boi
Thinkin'
of
future
things
to
work
on
I
got
my
fuck
on
and
Then
I
took
my
clothes
off
Washed
my
nuts
up
in
the
sink
And
then
I
got
more
nuts
off
Cough
it's
time
to
be
out
See
bein'
a
pimp
is
bein'
a
pimp
I'm
dirtier
than
the
shit
On
the
back
of
a
shrimp
Now
ain't
that
foul
The
way
a
nigga
can
spit
that
style
My
nigga
I
spit
it
I
did
it
Now
suckas
need
to
quit
it
'Cause
it's
real
3:
Big
Boi
Well
it's
that
nigga
that
be
Wearing
Nautica
V-necks
And
Polo
sweats
I
got
some
food
up
in
yo
thoughts
And
that
cess
off
in
yo
chest
See
livin'
up
in
the
dungeon
Where
we
stayed
in
'93
See
that
nigga
the
B-I-G
B-O-I
That
be
me
And
when
we
rock
it
Niggas
be
jocking
just
like?
You
snitch
I
fucked
yo
bitch
See
and
my
niggas
G'd
that
hoe
On
the
South
side
of
Camelton
Road
No
slippin'
in
this
pimpin'
She
was
just
a
horny
toad
See
I'm
a
mystery
like
the
Killing
of
Michael
Jordan's
father
Was
steadily
packin'
the
hoes
When
I
worked
at
Foot
Locker
I'm
gettin'
higher
than
learning
Smokin'
'em
up
and
then
burning
East
Point
is
on
the
map
And
now
my
clothes
is
hurtin'
Now
shit
done
got
boring
ass
Molin'
when
excess
closed
down
But
niggaz
kept
sewin'
shearin'
Stirrin'
bein'
the
pharm
assistant
that
missed
Of
the
folks
but
some
people
Tend
to
joke
about
this
But
it's
really
dead
spirits
You
can
bet
my
lyrics
Now
ya
wonder
why
that
we
Done
stopped
and
got
serious
Wantin'
to
know
where
I'm
from
And
where
I
need
to
be
Now
that
I
know
comfortable
Living
give
me
meat
Can
I
get
back
ya
wonder
why
we
split
back
Lure
us
into
pitch
black
dark
But
I
sit
back
and
spark
Another
one
to
leave
ya
discombobulated
In
that
dust
livin'
in
a
world
Where
in
nobody
do
you
trust
Then
hush
never
became
a
major
trade
But
us
in
major
trouble
'Cause
we
made
a
too
many
mistakes
Off
in
the
past
Thinkin'
you
could
make
it
this
world
And
now
we
laugh
'cause
it's
all
faults
(starts
here)
Either
way
ya
go
ya
gotta
pay
the
cost
of
the
mic
wind
Repeat
(last
line
is
changed
to:
I'm
hangin'
with
the
G-O-O-D-I-E
Mob
Nigga
yeah
Takin'
you
a
li'l
higher
knowwhatI'msayin'
when
you
learnin'
when
you
Burnin'
up
that
smoke
so
you
can
choke
on
my
quotes
And
get
my
* down
yo
throat
you
just
don't
understand
YouknowwhatI'msayin'
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