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I stank I can, I stank I can
The funky engine that could
Yowsky, wowsky, pisky, wisky
All aboard the Stankonia Express
The underground smell road
Everybodyâs lookinâ for an excuse to let loose
Whatâs your locomotive
The chatta nigga choo choo?
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
Thatâs the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
Thatâs the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Back on the microphone, your number one controller
I rock the microphone like a blizzard, Iâm so cold Iâm tryinâ to hold ya
Life is like a great big roller coaster
Everything in life donât happen like itâs suppose to
Trials and tribulations make you stronger, live longer
You wanna reach the nation nigga? Start from ya corner
Everything donât always happen like you planned it
Demand it, over stand it then you handle it
Fuck wishing, you missing the ambition on your mission
Now you switching, why you quitting âcause itâs heated in the kitchen?
Stop ya slipping and ya pimping nigga
You either pistol whoop the nigga or you choke the trigger
You've got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams
No weapon formed against prospers 54: 17
From Isaiah lay a nigga down and spray âem
If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards you've gotta play âem
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
Thatâs the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
Thatâs the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Yeah, too democratic, republic fuck it
We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket
Blue-collar scholars, whoâll take your dollar and wipe my ass wit it
You livin' for the lotto never hit it
I met a critic, I made her shit her drawers
She said she thought hip-hop was only guns and alcohol
I said, Oh
hell
naw! But yet itâs that too
You canât discrimi-hate 'cause you done read a book or two
What if I looked at you in a microscope, saw all the dirty organisms
Living in your closet would I stop and would I pause it?
To put that bitch in slower motion, got the potion and the antidote
And a quote for collision the decision
Do you wanna live or wanna exist?
The game changes every day so obsolete is the fist and marches
Speeches only reaches those who already know about it
This is how we go about it
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
Thatâs the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
Thatâs the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Iâm wild just like a rock, a stone, a tree
Iâm free just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I flow just like a brook, a stream, the rain
And I fly just like a bird up in the sky
And Iâll surely die just like a flower plucked
And dragged away is thrown away and then one day it turns to clay
It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds its way
And there it lays until the rain and sun
Then I breathe just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I grow, just like a baby breastfeeding
Itâs beautiful, thatâs life and thatâs life
And thatâs life and thatâs life
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
Thatâs the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
Thatâs the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
Thatâs the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've gotta re-route my dreams
Yâall canât harm me, itâs over
- Album:
- Stankonia
- Original Album Classics