Goodie Mob — Father Time

Don't think about it just do it I'm your daddy, son [Verse 1: Big Gipp] Gipp the patriot, the founder, the forefather Initiator, the forebearer, your predecessor The architect and now author, I spawned you son And formed you on. better yet your clergy mon Used to stick your chest out son cause I was your father Gave you pride about the southside cause I was your father Use 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 Dungeon Family 100 deep when we in the street Who you think your big brothers them wanted to be? [Verse 2: Khujo] Influenced by few, but I've inspired many Trapasaurus Rex Prime Minister with the semi Set the standard for grimy intellectual niggas Southern realistic flow, special delivery Boys 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 Soft white box Chevy gold grills and dreads Never scared raised the bar while you tucked your tail Goodie Mob, Illuminati? pssss What the hell? If anything why you put your ass up on game Gave you food for your soul and nourished your brain [Verse 3: T-Mo] My significance brings purpose when I'm nervous I remember the snow was falling in December as I mashed to make the Winter As I notice 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 go back to the pains The facts still remains we gave away the game Our records helped you train Then we got you through the pain And we stayed off in our lane And we made it out the rain We're artist, we're teachers We're leaders, we're soldiers, we fathers [Verse 4: CeeLo Green] I contemplated completely killing my son If I can't cut the cancer out they're 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 crumb Couldn't tell the difference on how I was feeling from numb The four walls, the floor and the ceiling were slung And right outside the front door the kids were killing for fun And he had the room with the 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'm Sparta I am your father