Liberation chords by OutKast

• Capo on 1st
• Difficulty: Beginner

Intro:

Dm    C F    C

Verse 1:
         Dm
There's a— there's a— there's a— there's a fine line
C              F                                             C
Too late, but baby, I'm on it, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yo, yo, uh-huh)
           Dm
There's a fine line between love and hate, you see
                        C        F             C
Came way too late but, baby, I'm on it
           Dm
There's a fine line between love and hate, you see
                        C        F             C
Came way too late but, baby, I'm on it
       Dm
Can't worry 'bout what a nigga think
                                 C       F        C
Now see, that's liberation and, baby, I want it
       Dm
Can't worry 'bout what another nigga think
                            C       F          C
Now that's liberation and, baby, I want it
(Lemme hear it, lemme hear it, lemme though, lemme hear it)

Verse 2:
         Dm
How many times I sit back and contemplate?
                                 C          F       C
I'm fresh off the dank but I'm tellin' my story
      Dm
My relationship with my folks is give-and-take
                             C            F      C
And I done took so much, now give me my glory
    Dm
To have a choice to be who you wants to be
                             C         F                    C
It's left up-a to me and my mama n'em told me (Yes, she did)
          Dm
I say, to have a choice to be who you wants to be
                             C         F
It's left up-a to me and my mama n'em told me

Verse 3:
               C
No, no, no (Ah)
Dm
I'm so tired, it's been so long struggling
            C        F              C
Hopelessly settling for the day (Hey)
Dm
   Oh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe
                         C        F      C
To make you believe I'd give my life away
Dm
   Oh, Lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired (Tired)
                                         C        F
My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my own (Own)
                    C
All on my own (Yeah)
     Dm
We-e-e, we alive but we ain't livin', that's why I'm givin' until it's gone
                C        F
'Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone)
                                          C
I don't wanna be alone (Yeah) (No, no, no)
       Dm
If anything I can say to help you find your way
                            C        F                 C
Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I
Dm
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe we could fly
           C              F
But I can feel it in the wind, beginning or the end
                                     C Dm
But people, keep your head to the sky

Refrain:
Dm
Shake that load off, shake that load off
                                 C   F
Shake that load off, shake that load off
F
Shake that load off, shake that load off
                                 C   Dm
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Dm
Shake that load off, shake that load off
                                 C   F
Shake that load off, shake that load off
F
Shake that load off, shake that load off
                                 C   Dm
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Dm
Shake that load off, shake that load off
                                 C   F
Shake that load off, shake that load off
F
Shake that load off, shake that load off
                                 C   Dm
Shake that load off, shake that load off
Dm
Shake that load off, shake that load off
                                 C   F
Shake that load off, shake that load off
F
Shake that load off, shake that load off
                                 C
Shake that load off, shake that load off

Verse 4:
Dm
Folk in your face, you're a superstar
                                     C
Niggas hang around 'cause of who you are
F
You get a lot of love 'cause of what you got
                                        C
Say they happy for you but they really not
Dm
Sell a lot of records and you roll a Benz
                                        C
Swoll up in the spot, now you losing friends
F
All you wanna do is give the world your heart
                                               C
Record label tried to make you compromise your art
Dm
You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
                                          C
First class broad treat you like a nigga po'
F
You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask
                                               C
As your world starts spinning and it's moving fast
Dm
Tryna stay sane is the price of fame
                                    C
Spending your life tryna numb the pain
F
You shake that load off and sing your song
                                    C
Liberate the minds, then you go on home

Outro:
N.C.
I must admit, they planted a lot of things
N.C.
In the brains and the veins of my strain
N.C.
Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
N.C.
From them whores, from the flame
N.C.
From a post in the game
N.C.
Makes it hard to maintain focus
N.C.
They're from the Glock rounds, and lockdowns, and burials
N.C.
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
N.C.
'Cause it's a hard row to hoe
N.C.                                        Dm
If your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
Dm
And the ground just dry
Dm
But the roots are strong, so some survive
                 C                    F
To your surprise, now I voice their cries
F
You got more juice than Zeus
F
Slangin' lightnin' tryin' to frighten
                                 C Dm
Plains dwellers of the Serengeti
Dm
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
Dm
Melanin, silicone and collagen injected
                C             F
Dissectin' my pride — who the one gon' get it started?
F
We be the lionhearted, without infanticide
F                                         C Dm
It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
Dm
Unless you lookin' at the canvas of life
Dm
Not through the peephole of mortality
Dm
Single-minded mentality
C                    F
Gettin' over on loopholes
F
Gettin' paid two-fold on technicalities
F
Clickin' your heels but scared to voice how you feel
C          Dm
Packing steel
Dm
Pickin' cotton from the killing fields with no toe, though
Dm
I don't think we in Kansas no mo' though
    C             F
Midwest or Dirty South
F
Clean dressed or dirty mouth
F
Whether robbin' preachers or killin' Poor Righteous Teachers
              C
You a scared demon
               Dm
Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
Dm
And you cowardly lions never defyin' the jackals of Babel
                     C                     F
Runnin' with they pack, tail between your legs
F
Though the mane on your head say the story

As you downplay your glory
                                C         Dm
Cacklin', helpin' the shacklin' of your brethren happening
Dm
Just by rappin'
Dm
Libertad

Outro:
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