Artist: Eightball f/ Goodie Mob Album: Lost Song: Backyard Mississippi Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch (send corrections to typist) Anytime can be the right time Come on We them boys out the backyard Yeah [ Big Gipp ] Better days brought better ways Delays in flights time served Brought a end to the questions askin me, Pee Wee Movin weight on Kiwi, dirty air cleaner In a daze like daydreamer Half was gone before I got a home Afterhours doin happy drink sippin Hat tippin for extra change pimpin Ain't nothin stoppin strippin Gettin served like that hard hard Hollerin at yo ass out the backyard [ Khujo ] It's a crisis in yo school systems Delayed constructions, hotels built first Claimin they best interest is in yo kids Georgia has a history of mistreatin black folks Snakes shouldn't be ( ? ) We been christened since Jesus left Private corporations sketchy Atlanta no longer the c-i-t-y Too busy to hate House niggas role is to keep the slaves down 17 percent of yo tax money supposed to go ed But don't let cheese replace yo dignity See, rich saltines buy crooks Then make 'em superintendant insultin yo intelligence Backyard Mississippi Hey, Hey Backyard Mississippi Hey, Hey [ Cee Lo ] Oh yeah, I remember, when the, south was ablaze When you couldn't even look a cracker in the face Nor have I forgotten about the fields of cotton Fire hose, lynchin, and the Klan itchin ( ? ) of my upbringing, feelin the whips ringin Never blow my spirit, I'll never stop singin The stars and bars that left scars engraved I wanna break out of bein a slave My soul is moltin Do anybody feel like we're votin? Come on, let's break the chains Let's go, let's grow I don't wanna be yo nigger no mo [ T-Mo ] ( ? ) one deep I got the missile launcher on the backseat I don't creep, just protect my neck From adversaries ready to bury The scary foretellin about the war, I'm comin yellin Excited, we come united in the midst I'm turnin on brothers because I'm hurtin to realize I'm workin ( ? ) The Serpent and the Rainbow Of colors that smothers the colorless Tearin down another fence you built to separate us Investigate us, then betray us 'Bout this land, I don't understand How you did it, as my ancestors witnessed The tables turn, all for bad business In my own backyard, Mississippi Backyard Mississippi Hey, Hey Backyard Mississippi Hey, Hey [ Eightball ] Mighty men, some be thinkin they invincible Bend 'em over my knees, spank that ass like I'm the principle Now you know my name, Strictly Business like EPMD Mane, fuck the fame, I want the women and the currensy South and North America, races with no love Plantations turned to neighborhoods, slaves turned to thugs The cats with all the drugs, children of the cotton picker Pimp niggas and the big thick gold diggers Soul deliverers, prayin God deliver us From evil serpents, with the purpose to get rid of us Throwin out the minimum, now I want the maximum Motherfuck askin 'em, we robbin and jackin 'em Baldhead, natty dread, braided or faded We got separated, broke the chains and migrated Mouth full of gold, on the porch lookin hard Them country niggas stay in my backyard