Higher Learning movie - Phobia lyrics

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Song by OutKast<br /><br>

[Talking:]<br>

The feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle<br>

of the night and somebody in yo room. Yo heart starts beating so fast<br>

you can hear it pumping. The veins in yo temple pulsate as you stare at<br>

the intruder. Then after a few minutes you realize he ain't moving. So<br>

finally you let 'em hang and turn on the light and the killer turns into<br>

yo coat throwed over the chair.<br>

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The feeling of sitting at the red light early in the morning and two or<br>

three motherfuckers cross the street. Yo senses heighten, reflexes<br>

sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the<br>

street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo heart<br>

rate and breathing drag back to normal as you realize these niggas just<br>

goin' to the store.<br>

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Many of us mistake Phobia for true fear. Whereas fear is a gift from<br>

God to be used for self-preservation. Phobia are obstacles strategically<br>

placed in society by opposers of positive existence. Through<br>

stereotyping, innuendo, false documentation, and glorification they'll<br>

turn your fear switch to a permanent on. We can change this by changing<br>

the small truth within' the lie. Death is a small price to pay for<br>

respect. Death is a small price to pay for respect. You know who it is.<br>

You know what it is. Peace out.<br>

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[Verse 1: Andre]<br>

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In these troublin' times<br>

a nigga like me be thinkin' of rhymes<br>

that makes my quarters nickels<br>

plus my pennies and my dimes stack<br>

Don't be lookin' for trouble it be finding me<br>

Try turning the other cheek<br>

I understand but never mind that<br>

Yes Sir guess the light is getting dim<br>

at the end of the tunnel tried to hit me for my rims<br>

I never thought thirty spokes<br>

could attract too much attention<br>

I gotta protect my own therefore<br>

I'm heated just like a kitchen<br>

full of pots and pan Glocks in hand<br>

Shots rung out like ringin' the bells<br>

and then that sucker nigga ran<br>

Damn, I never thought that it<br>

would come to this conclusion<br>

the folks that throwed us<br>

on them boats should be the one's I'm losin'<br>

but naw we don't see it that way<br>

in '94 this is the real no time for play play<br>

betta believe the playas on the loot<br>

need to get they head screwed on tight<br>

when it really get down to the nitty grit<br>

who gone fight pipe down<br>

'cause ain't no better time<br>

to crank it up than right now<br>

we gots to see rump crum down here<br>

and I don't hear nobody disagreein'<br>

Orga-no-i-z-e-Mr. D.J. and me and Big Boi<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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So don't spend yo whole life<br>

livin' it for the white<br>

You got a 9 to 5 and now<br>

you choose to live it right<br>

You takin' yo ass to the Army<br>

'cause you scared of Revolution<br>

I'm writing everyday to stop that brain pollution<br>

I got a baby on the way that stress is in my chest<br>

I'm 18 years of age and black so I can picture less<br>

I'm smokin' and drinkin' e'ryday<br>

So play your fuckin' job<br>

educated and black I will resort to rob<br>

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[Verse 2: Big Boi]<br>

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See why in the muthafuck<br>

do niggas be acting up<br>

Do they want me to grab my shit<br>

and lettin' that pistol go ruck<br>

See I be gettin' stuck and stuff<br>

havin' to knock a nigga out about my clout<br>

That's not what it's about<br>

see yes indeed I got that weed<br>

like Daddy Q be havin' them ounces<br>

That nigga the B-I-G be chokin' 'em out<br>

and then I bounces<br>

I got that lyrical flow to make<br>

a hoe pull up her skirt<br>

I drunk that herk & jerk boi<br>

thinkin' of future things to work on<br>

I got my fuck on and<br>

then I took my clothes off<br>

Washed my nuts up in the sink<br>

and then I got more nuts off<br>

Cough it's time to be out<br>

see bein' a pimp is bein' a pimp<br>

I'm dirtier than the shit<br>

on the back of a shrimp<br>

Now ain't that foul<br>

the way a nigga can spit that style<br>

My nigga I spit it I did it<br>

Now suckas need to quit it<br>

'Cause it's real<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Verse 3: Big Boi]<br>

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Well it's that nigga that be<br>

wearing Nautica V-necks<br>

and Polo sweats<br>

I got some food up in yo thoughts<br>

and that cess off in yo chest<br>

See livin' up in the dungeon<br>

where we stayed in '93<br>

see that nigga the B-I-G B-O-I<br>

that be me<br>

and when we rock it<br>

Niggas be jocking just like ?<br>

you snitch I fucked yo bitch<br>

See and my niggas G'd that hoe<br>

on the South side of Camelton Road<br>

No slippin' in this pimpin'<br>

she was just a horny toad<br>

See I'm a mystery like the<br>

killing of Michael Jordan's father<br>

Was steadily packin' the hoes<br>

when I worked at Foot Locker<br>

I'm gettin' higher than learning<br>

smokin' 'em up and then burning<br>

East Point is on the map<br>

and now my clothes is hurtin'<br>

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[Andre:]<br>

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Now shit done got boring ass<br>

molin' when excess closed down<br>

but niggaz kept sewin' shearin'<br>

stirrin' bein' the pharm assistant that missed<br>

of the folks but some people<br>

tend to joke about this<br>

but it's really dead spirits<br>

You can bet my lyrics<br>

now ya wonder why that we<br>

done stopped and got serious<br>

Wantin' to know where I'm from<br>

and where I need to be<br>

Now that I know comfortable<br>

living give me meat<br>

Can I get back ya wonder why we split back<br>

lure us into pitch black dark<br>

but I sit back and spark<br>

another one to leave ya discombobulated<br>

in that dust livin' in a world<br>

where in nobody do you trust<br>

Then hush never became a major trade<br>

but us in major trouble<br>

'cause we made a too many mistakes<br>

off in the past<br>

Thinkin' you could make it this world <br>

and now we laugh 'cause it's all faults [Chorus starts here]<br>

either way ya go ya gotta pay the cost of the mic wind<br>

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[Chorus repeat (last line is changed to:]<br>

[I'm hangin' with the G-O-O-D-I-E Mob Nigga yeah)]<br>

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Takin' you a li'l higher knowwhatI'msayin' when you learnin' when you<br>

burnin' up that smoke so you can choke on my quotes<br>

and get my * down yo throat you just don't understand<br>

youknowwhatI'msayin' Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!<br>

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