Outkast, B-Real - Xplosion(2000)

[00:18.98] Hello Lord, it's me again
[00:20.85] I just wanna make love to the whole globe
[00:23.13] And all her girlfriends
[00:24.21] Now don't that make ya mind move
[00:25.75] Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit' a bomb
[00:28.52] Nam-viet, Viet or Saudi Shawty
[00:30.67] I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gon' win
[00:33.72] Now won't that make us all fools, like class clowns
[00:36.27] Praying Private Ryan comes 'round
[00:38.08] Sound travels at one-thousand-one-thirty feet per second
[00:41.19] Niggas in the street they want it, hurry
[00:42.77] When niggas stop biting, that's when 3000 starts to worry
[00:45.10] A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
[00:47.43] Answer quick, "Do you know what desire is?" (Huh?)
[00:49.81] Apparently not, that's why you get what you got
[00:52.11] Now answer this, "Do you know what fire is?" (Yeah!)
[00:54.59] The body of hot, the motivator of pots
[00:56.81] Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release
[00:59.65] Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
[01:01.75] What the future holds in its sweaty palms
[01:03.66] Think I'm finna vom'?
[01:04.45] You move it like you mean it, she'll come
[01:06.58] Prom night might excite a down right fight like
[01:08.93] White blood cells to the common cold rebel
[01:11.22] Night gets jealous of day, play is no longer
[01:13.64] The feelin' gets stronger than ammonia sticks inhale
[01:15.28] We just can't be amazed
[01:17.14] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
[01:20.10] We just can't be amazed
[01:21.93] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
[01:24.94] We just can't be amazed
[01:26.78] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
[01:29.77] We just can't be amazed
[01:31.46] And we some home-made bombs
[01:33.29] Finna blow right up in your face
[01:34.94] Look at the way you look at me, I see it on your face
[01:37.28] All your hate emanates, but you still hesitate
[01:39.77] 'Cause you want inside of my head, but don't know how
[01:41.96] To brainwash me to be a commercial clown
[01:44.54] Fuck that, I see the way you were
[01:46.45] See the way you smirk
[01:47.44] I'm catching you where you work
[01:49.31] God only knows all the trouble that grows
[01:51.36] Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
[01:53.78] Can I blast those who point the finger at me
[01:56.41] Who criticize and talk shit so freely
[01:58.89] Fuck XXL, you're a size too small
[02:01.06] I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all
[02:03.51] Whether you live to talk shit about the Real
[02:05.83] Then kiss my ass in person how much you love the Hill
[02:08.02] I'm the outcast coming to blaze the grass
[02:10.67] Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass
[02:13.10] Dré, pass me the glass of wine
[02:15.29] So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine
[02:17.90] For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling
[02:20.22] Jump into my ragtop and get all in
[02:22.43] I'm the bomb, planted in your car, why you frozen?
[02:24.99] Pop the tape in ignite the explosion
[02:27.35] The world is mine, the world is yours, the world is ours
[02:30.04] The world is lost, the world is tossed
[02:31.01] We just can't be amazed
[02:33.40] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
[02:36.33] We just can't be amazed
[02:38.28] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
[02:40.86] We just can't be amazed
[02:42.73] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
[02:45.62] We just can't be amazed
[02:47.53] And we some home-made bombs
[02:49.19] Finna blow right up in your face
[02:50.98] With a one-two punch, B-Real and André drop they verses
[02:53.55] Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin' clean-up, so it worsens
[02:55.74] People and persons on the opposite teams, oh, yes, its curtains
[02:58.22] No bullets burpin', oh, just lyrically twerking, oh
[03:00.56] Making a statement when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state
[03:02.90] It's kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day
[03:05.29] Jumpin' the gun and rushing your flow
[03:06.76] Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer
[03:08.49] Got the public's ears fucked up, can't hear
[03:10.94] Atlanta, Georgia, where y'all at? (Right here)
[03:12.29] OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp
[03:14.53] Got this thang licked like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps
[03:17.16] Making that music that make your neck hurt
[03:18.26] And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac
[03:20.31] Six woofers and four amps
[03:21.96] Lo pro vogues on swole, with the carriage lamps
[03:24.46] Diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap
[03:26.63] Come in peace, but then explode like boobie traps
[03:28.28] We just can't be amazed
[03:30.34] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
[03:33.10] We just can't be amazed
[03:35.02] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
[03:37.84] We just can't be amazed
[03:39.79] Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
[03:42.65] We just can't be amazed
[03:44.54] And we some home-made bombs
[03:45.93] Finna blow right up in your face
[03:48.49] Do-do-do, do, do-do-do
[03:53.45] Do-do-do, do, do-do-do
[03:58.05] Do-do-do, do, do-do-do
[04:02.78] Do-do-do, do, do-do-do
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