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    "Mainstream" Lyrics


    Verse 1:

    Revolutionary, scary
    Thought provoking, spoken,
    Words of a chain I don't feel but I see,
    visions from me
    at twenty three making us free in my community
    one day is what I live for,
    ain't thinking about no hope no more
    I got my boots I kick it till I get with
    Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum
    Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put down with the frown

    What goes round comes round from M.L.K. to cascade
    I know its through them plenty figures
    cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
    up in they rides,
    looking cleaner then I seen them the last time
    Then selling dimes, now its quarter keys, stacking G's
    In the South Indies
    my nigga them folks riding bicycles among vehicles
    off in the hood
    Knowing each and every nigger sellin', 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
    in fair times so 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 its 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 main stream

    Verse 2:

    They swan divin'
    fit they name be thrashing an album
    go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them
    lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened?
    be rhymin' catching the day when the recipe calls for black and
    wrong ingredients,
    maybe too much herbs and spices,
    maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish
    southern greens and this entice them how them joke the same

    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 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


    Verse 3:

    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 giving niggers 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 momma moping like jerry
    meanwhile, fairies of the street tinkling pixie dust over greenery
    never to obtain another level of con-science
    only to test, to poke and see
    why laying here, they scheme over one another mouth to feed
    ??? with a decision to make, now words shake your destiny
    but a missle 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 your nigga bitch in the court showing paper thin
    got you niggers where they want you again,
    floating face down in the mainstream
    thats why, thats why, thats why


    Verse 4:

    Everybody's a player, rubbin them kangols on their head
    thinking its all about your clothes, nigger its all about your self
    the way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with
    your 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 niggers 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

    (Chorus x4)
    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
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    Song Details

    track 10
    ATLiens [1996]
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