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Outkast was an American hip hop duo formed in 1992 in East Point, Georgia, composed of Atlanta-based rappers André "André 3000" Benjamin and Antwan "Big Boi" Patton. more »

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1998

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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 yeah 

[OutKast] 
Y'all uh huh why'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 want to be alone (I don't want to be alone) 
I don't want to 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 a lot a' records and you roll a Benz 
Fall up in the spot now you losin friends 
All ya want to 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 want to 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 want to 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..

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