Liberation

[Verse 1: André 3000] There's a— there's a— there's a— there's a fine line Too late, but baby, I'm on it, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yo, yo, uh-huh) There's a fine line between love and hate, you see Came way too late but, baby, I'm on it 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 another nigga think Now that's liberation and, baby, I want it (Lemme hear it, lemme hear it, lemme though, lemme hear it) [Verse 2: Big Boi] 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, now give me my glory To have a choice to be who you wants to be It's left up-a to me and my mama n'em told me (Yes, she did) I say, to have a choice to be who you wants to be It's left up-a to me and my mama n'em told me [Verse 3: Cee-Lo Green] No, no, no (Ah) I'm so tired, it's been so long struggling Hopelessly settling for the day (Hey) Oh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe To make you believe I'd give my life away Oh, Lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired (Tired) My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my own (Own) All on my own (Yeah) We alive but 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 (Yeah) (No, no, no) If 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 we could fly But I can feel it in the wind, beginning or the end But people, keep your head to the sky [Refrain: Joi & Peaches] Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off Shake that load off, shake that load off [Verse 4: Erykah Badu] Folk in your face, you're a superstar Niggas 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 roll a Benz Swoll up in the spot, now you losing friends All you wanna do is give the world your heart Record label tried to make you compromise your art You make a million dollars, make a million mo' First class broad 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 Tryna stay sane is the price of fame Spending your life tryna numb the pain You shake that load off and sing your song Liberate the minds, then you go on home [Outro: 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 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 just dry But the roots are strong, so some survive To your surprise, now I voice 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, silicone and collagen injected Dissectin' my pride — who the one gon' get it started? We be the lionhearted, without infanticide It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it Unless you lookin' at the canvas of life Not through the peephole of mortality Single-minded mentality Gettin' over on loopholes Gettin' paid two-fold on technicalities Clickin' your heels but scared to voice how you feel Packing steel Pickin' cotton from the killing fields with no toe, though I don't think 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 you cowardly lions never defyin' the jackals of Babel Runnin' with they pack, tail between your legs Though the mane on your head say the story As you downplay your glory Cacklin', helpin' the shacklin' of your brethren happening Just by rappin' Libertad