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"Mainstream" is a track by OutKast, from the album ATLiens, released 25th August 1996. The track is 5:18 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about OutKast.
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Uh, y'all know what it is Uh, y'all know what it is Uh, y'all know what it is Revolutionary, scary Thought provoking, spoken Words of a change I don't feel, but I see Visions from me at 23 Making it free in my community One day is what I live fo' Ain't thinking about no hope no mo' I got my boots I kick it 'til I get with Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put it down with the frown What goes round comes round from M.L.K. to Cascade I know it's through them plenty figures Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side Up in they rides Looking cleaner then I seen 'em the last time Then selling dimes, now its quarter ki's, stacking G's In the South Indies My nigga them folks riding bicycles among vehicles Off in the hood Knowing each and every nigga selling, but can you blame? The fact the only way a brother can survive the game The block hard to get by the dope dealing Fatal killings, and fed time, to writing rhymes It ain't just the police We kill each other just lost another brother Fast living will get you took Thinking it can't happen to you and then it do Off crooked schemes it's just a dream Floating face down in the mainstream Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream They swan diving As if they name be Gretchen von Ivan Volkoff rushin' to finish their album then you find them Lost dog paddling, backstroking, what done happened? Be rhyming "Catch of the day" when the recipe calls for "Blackened" Wrong ingredients Maybe too much herbs and spices Maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish Of them greens and it's enticing how them Jones's sing So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at I'll even break my by back to touch their rim, if I gotta My alta mater be that I follow I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down and then swallow I hope you vomit, won't call no names 'cause that's not my job It just applies to whom it may concern, you know who you are But if you don't you never will, you just receive the steel But then it might get ugly 'cause trust me niggas do feel The way that I felt when I wrote this, but we must stay in focus We kings and queens up in this thing, get rid of all them jokers Face down, face down, face down Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream I let you stay in my crib Now you know where I live When you was hungry, fed you a hot meal Look at the hand you deal Me crudball business, niggas giving inches, so here, take a foot Luck only counts in rabbit's feet and horseshoes Experience is sometimes the best teacher until we get our own plate I hope you don't mind me eating off of yours Process sm-m-moking like Jerry Meanwhile, fairies up the street sprinkling pixie dust over greenery Never to attain another level of conscience Only to test, the potency Why laying here, they scheme over one another mouth to feed Deceased with a decision to make, now words shake your destiny But one miss will take it all the way, just as quick as you can say "I wish I never did what I did," now face this bid It was the company you kept, the many places you slept When you shouldn't have, geeking like a rat, jumping like a trap Contributing to sin and yo' nigga bitch in the club showing pink for ten They got you niggas where they want you again Floating face down in the mainstream That's why, that's why, that's why Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream Everybody's a player, wearing them Kangols on they heads Thinking it's all about yo' clothes, nigga, it's all about yourself The way you feel about yo' life (life), the times that you done shared with Yo' friends and family, up and down like hoes give head To dicks, oh, six, serving them in the mix, but ain't no mystery You know the history about this clique, bitch Oh, what, you want me to call you slut? Then why you fucking all them niggas letting them all up in your guts But see that AIDS I'm afraid that's why I play the quiet role I lay in the cut, every month thinking I'll let that fire roll Like chimneys, and smoke signals, maybe peace pipes even My partners call me Big Boi and my first name is not Steven In the mainstream, home team banging them with these hits In the mix, flowing like some motherfucking swordfish Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream
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