And there's a, and there's a
  And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne
  Too late to pray that I'm on it..
    Ya, yeah, yeahhhh
    [OutKast]
  Y'all, uh-huh, y'all
    [Andre Benjamin]
  And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
  Came way too late, but baby I'm on it..
  And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
  Came way too late, but baby I'm on it..
  Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see
  That's Liberation and baby I want it..
  Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think
  Now that's Liberation and baby I want it..
    [Big Boi]
  (Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those)
  How many times I, sit back and contemplate
  I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm tellin my story..
  My relationship, with my folks is give and take
  And I done took so much, not givin my glory
  Now have a choice to be who you wants to be
  It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did)
  I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be
  It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me
    [Cee-Lo]
  No, nooo, noooooooo
  I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly
  Seven and forty days.. heyyy
  Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe
  To make you believe, I'd give my life awayyyy
  Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired
  My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my owwwwn
  All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee..
  We alive or we ain't livin, that's why I'm givin until it's gone
  Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone)
  I don't wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee
  If there's anything I can say, to help you find your way
  Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I..
  There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
  that you die.. but I can feel it in the wind
  The beginning or the end
  But people keep your head to the skyyyyy
    [singers in background over interlude]
  Shake that load off, shake that load off [16X]
    [unknown singer]
  Folk in your face, you're a superstar
  Niggaz hang around cause of who you are
  You get a lot of love cause of what you got
  Say they happy for you but they really not
  Sell a lot of records and you roll a benz
  fall up in the spot, now you losin friends
  All you wanna do is give the world your heart
  record label try to make it come from not your heart
  You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
  First class probably treat you like a nigga po'
  You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask
  as your world starts spinning and it's moving fast
  Try to stay sane, it's the price of fame
  Spending your life trying to numb the pain
  You shake that load off and sing your song
  Liberate the minds, then you go on home..
    [Big Rube]
  I must admit, they planted a lot of things
  in the brains and the veins of my struggle
  Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
  From them whores, from the flame
  From a post in the game
  Makes it hard to maintain focus
  They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries
  The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
  Cause it's a hard row to hoe
  if your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
  And the ground just dry
  But the roots are strong, so some survive
  So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries
  You got more juice than Zeus
  Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten
  Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti
  But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
  Melanin silicon and collagen injected
  Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started
  We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
  It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
  unless you lookin at the canvas of life
  and not through the peephole of mortality
  Single minded mentality
  Gettin over on loopholes
  Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities
  Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel
  Pack the steel
  Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe
  I don't we in Kansas no mo' though
  Midwest or Dirty South
  Clean dressed or dirty mouth
  Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers
  You a scared demon
  Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
  And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble
  Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
  Though the man on your head say the story
  As you downplay your glory
  Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen
  Just by rappin..
  LIBERTAD..
      [ Thanks alan sparkman for correction ]