Phobia Lyrics - 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. 

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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 

Photos 

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' Organized Noize for '95 Bitch!