Outkast Da Art of Storytellin', Pt. 2 lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yah, yo

Baby, did you hear that yea baby I heard it too
Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue
Mamma Earth is dyin' and cryin' because of you
Rainin' cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue

Silly mortals haven't a clue
As to what the fuck is goin' on
I'm on the telephone, dialin' the Dungeon
"Hello?" This Dre, bring the MP and the SP
Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully

Baby, grab the baby 'cause baby it ain't much time
Mamma Earth is tossin' and turnin' and that's our sign
Omega Nigga IFO's are landin' in Decatur
Hope I'm not over your head but if so you will catch on later

Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo'
Rapin' her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so'
From niggaz constantly fuckin' her never lovin' her never showin'
Appreciation bustin' nuts in her face when they done

The sky is fallin' nobody ballin' they done gave back they guns
For some tickets to the playoffs but the Hornets they won
Nigga we slum kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family
I drove the biggest thing at the house


'Cause I knew they'd try to ram me, but I'm stabbing
Makin' a path on expressways, the best way I know how
Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds
Him comin' now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how
She feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she's chillin'

We should be in the Dungeon shortly
Ain't nobody on they porch see
Approachin' the final exit
I'm thinkin' I see four horsies but I don't though
Nigga you won't know, until it's on ya

I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California
All the weed smell like ammonia
But at the Dungeon I know they smokin'
Writin' the raps and doin' the beats to make this last recording
Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distortion

All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
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