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Goodie Mob - Kolors

Goodie Mob - Kolors Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Age Against The Machine
Released: 2013

Kolors Lyrics

Photographs are like mirrors
They can hold a body for a moment
I grew up on four corners
But jumped-in in a circle
$100 grand on a fuck nigga head
Cut his body into pizza, watched the cheese spread
Had to move out of touch from niggas fingers
You know how your friends are
They'll eat your whole box of Pringles
Leave crumbs in the backseat of the car
Walk past you in a crowded room
You conceded bastard, you
I don't talk when I ride, that's what the feet for
Ain't no pressure when you see me, that's what the heat for
Lucille Ball on the seashore, expecting more out of niggas
Tell me the truth
Tell me how it really go
You don't have to say it no mo'
You on that different type of shit
That extra-ordinary shit
That shit that I don't understand
But I ain't gone say it no mo'
Kolors

You see black and white is the color of business
And now my dress shoes are dirty and discolored from going the distance
But for the right dollar sign
I'll do a white-collar crime
Cause I don't need cash, I need credit
Now.. there, I've said it, yeah
And I spell Kolors with a "K."

Writer/s: THOMAS CALLAWAY, JAMES RYAN WUIHUN HO, KAWAN PRATHER, CAMERON F. GIPP, ROBERT TERRANCE BARNETT, WILLIE EDWARD KNIGHTON
Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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Kolors

This song explores the impact gang culture has had on American society. Goodie Mob member Big Gipp hails from Atlanta, Georgia but explained during the album's listening party that he learnt about the Los Angeles-based Bloods and Crips gangs through touring in the mid-1990s with Snoop Dogg and Tha Dogg Pound. "Now, in 2013, gang culture has taken over America," he said. "The gang culture, we never knew it would be that strong and manifest itself in the South."

Goodie Mob - Father Time

Goodie Mob - Father Time Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Age Against The Machine
Released: 2013

Father Time Lyrics

Get the patriarch, the founder, forefather
Initiator the forebearer your predecessor
The architect and now Arthur I sponge you son
Informed you, uungh better yet cleared your mind
Used to stick your chest out son cause I was your father
Gave you pride about your south side cos I was your father
Used to listen to the tape pop and roll your quarter
Let me slow down and state some fact
I put chrome in my mouth they used to call me jaws
I’m in the 84 "lac with the butterfly doors
Dundgeon family, 100 deep when we in the streets
Who you think ya big brothers them wanted to be
I'm your father

Influenced by few
But I’ve been inspired many
Dropasaurus Rex prime minister with the semi
Set the standards for grimy intellectual niggas
Sothern realistic flow special delivery
Boy it's killing me ain't nothing new under the sun
Sit back listen I tell you how the south was won
With big guns, deep pockets and hard heads
South white box chevy gold grills and dreads
Never scared raised the bar while you tucked your tail
Goodie Mob, Illuminati?
What the hell?
If anything boy we put your ass up on game
Gave you food for your soul and nourished your brain

My significance brings purpose when I'm nervous
I remember the snow is falling on December
as I matched the mink to winter
As I noticed a similar pattern
Of different characters in the matrix they were learning
I’m your papi I’m the reason you were rapping
I got no time for napping you still off in the trap and...
You asking me what happened
The music ain’t the same
We opened up your brains and we blow back through the veins
And The facts still remains we gave away the game
Our records helped you train
And we got you through the pain and we stayed off in our lane
We made it out the rain
We’re artist, we’re teachers
We’re leaders, we’re soldiers

I contemplated completely killing my son
If I can't cut the cancer out that's stealing my son
To lay down my own life I am willing my son
Yeah I remember smiling when I caught him stealing my gun
Before I started building my son I was stealing for crumbs
Couldn't tell the difference from how I was feeling from numb
The four walls, the floor and the ceiling is slum
And right outside the front door the kids were killing for fun
And he had a room with a view
And a couple of times he saw his daddy go outside and have some fun too
But let’s be clear I’m not your peer listen here
I am harder, I’m smarter, I am Sparta
I am your father

Writer/s: THOMAS CALLAWAY, CAMERON F. GIPP, WILLIE EDWARD KNIGHTON, ROBERT TERRANCE BARNETT, KANNON CROSS, COREY SIMON
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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Father Time

This song finds the Goodie Mob speaking to their teenage audience, as they address the group's musical legacy and the impact of its extended Dungeon Family musical collective, which includes OutKast. "The significance of 'Father' is for the youngsters to realize, without us, there is no them," Goodie Mob member Big Gipp said at the album's LA listening party. "When you see Kendrick Lamar, you hear Andre 3000. When you see Drake, that's Cee Lo. When you see me, you see Trinidad [James]."

Goodie Mob - Special Education

Goodie Mob - Special Education Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Age Against The Machine
Released: 2013

Special Education Lyrics

They call him Gipp saga
It's the mutant, mister get down
Live wire, words poke you like barbwire
Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains
My right leg longer than my left foot
Put stripes next to squares, still peel the circle
See spirits off of people, I don't see color
I'm a special mind, yeah, a special kind
Conceived in the South at a special time
Covered in leaves of gold
Scripture written in scrolls
Spoken so clearly in tongues
So my children would come
Look around
Can't you see
The industry: they look like me

I don't wear the clothes you wear
I'm just different and I don't care
It's kind of sad and it's a shame
Everyone wants to be the same
If you are listening here and now
I'm sure I can show you how
It's okay to be afraid
Don't you want to be special

I'm so special, boy
Try to went stupid, dawg
I eat nuclear waste and spit atomic bombs
Plutonium explodes, that's my trademark
Mushroom clouds inside, call 'em brain farts
Gamma rays torch my system, now I'm going green
G-force in my veins, pump hydrozine
KT, 13, a microphone beam
Cosmic juggernaut, extraterrestrial being
Reign supreme, once conceived, boy, they broke the mold
All this glory-seeking is getting totally outta control
No one's original, Attack of the Clones
Invasion of the swagger-snatchers
Aim for the dome

I don't wear the clothes you wear
I'm just different and I don't care
It's kind of sad and it's a shame
Everyone wants to be the same
If you are listening here and now
I'm sure I can show you how
It's okay to be afraid
Don't you want to be special

Scientists stood around in silence as I was being born
Was I quote, unquote special or was there something wrong
My skin was black, my heart was gold, and my tongue was silver
And the fact that I could talk already, that was a thriller
And I fear what I don't understand, so let me warn you
Especially when nigga make too much noise about being normal
Unusual but beautiful, the bondin' blessing
Summa Cum Laude, School of Exceptional Youth
X-Men
Let me put something poetic into plain English
I'd rather die than to not be distinguished
The outsiders have no desires to be equal
When V.I.P. stands for "Very Insecure People"

I don't wear the clothes you wear
I'm just different and I don't care
It's kind of sad and it's a shame
Everyone wants to be the same
If you are listening here and now
I'm sure I can show you how
It's okay to be afraid
Don't you want to be special

S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
Heavyweight in the game, T tip the scale
I travel over the world back to ATL
I'm friends with the mayor, I'm a truthsayer
A crusader, a natural-born raider
I need a deejayer to be the illustrator
Let's get the dollar signs
I said my Gucci rhymes
I think it's tea time
Don't need a co-sign
T-Mo is on the grind, he about to let it shine
Off in the skyline, don't worry 'bout mine
I can handle lies and watching third eyes
I make 'em go blind, I don't deserve to rhyme

I don't wear the clothes you wear
I'm just different and I don't care
It's kind of sad and it's a shame
Everyone wants to be the same
If you are listening here and now
I'm sure I can show you how
It's okay to be afraid
Don't you want to be special

Writer/s: CAMERON F. GIPP, ROBERT TERRANCE BARNETT, THOMAS CALLAWAY, TREMAINE WINFREY, WILLIE EDWARD KNIGHTON
Publisher: REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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Special Education

This blast of Industrial Funk finds the Goodie Mob accompanied by guest vocalist Janelle Monae. The song has an empowering message about embracing individuality, as well as discrimination against people with lesser intellectual abilities.

Goodie Mob performed the song on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon on August 1, 2013 with some help from The Roots.

The song's music video was directed by John Colombo (Young Jeezy, Big K.R.I.T.). We see child actors portraying younger versions of the Goodie Mob quartet as well as Monáe, all of whom are just trying to make it to the end of the school day.