Tomb Of The Boom Lyrics - Speakerboxxx / The Love Below - Outkast

Yo 

Just so you all know what time it is 

It's your homeboy 

Straight from the A-T 

I ain't even goin say the motherfucking rest 

You know 

We talk about it all day long baby 

We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit 

This rap game lovely 

Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me 

Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me 

Bending corners in the Benz 

Ridin like a bucket, nigga fuck it 

I know some hoes slutty 

I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playin rugby 

I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me 

Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions 

Perpetrators in the booth, rappin lame like they drug related 

It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby 

You don't grind, you be lying 

She'll be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe 

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Tomb after tomb 

Boom, boom after boom 

Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb 

From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb 

Cool, ooh, that's cool 

You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots 

Hit G spots by givin hoes back shots 

I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops 

But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop 

Konkrete, Aquemini, we takin this here to the top 

Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop 

You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch 

To all my real niggaz, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx 

Fuck the cops, we makin noise and we won't stop 

Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's goin drop 

Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks 

We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock 

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They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle 

Mr. Cockerspanielle in Your Poodle, after school tutor 

Roto Rooter, addicted to follies 

Like brown collies, stay soft fro 

Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian 

Talking a different language, RBI fly wide 

Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now 

Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now 

Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now 

Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now 

See you when I see you, now out wit me now 

Tomb after tomb 

Boom, boom after boom 

Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb 

From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb 

Cool, ooh, that's cool 

I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight 

Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates 

I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit 

Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks 

Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up 

I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut 

It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game 

You can fool the record labels but not the street fame 

I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact 

The first I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque 

I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props 

Konkrete and Big Boi beatin through your Speakerboxxx 

Tomb after tomb 

Boom, boom after boom 

Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb 

From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb 

Cool, ooh, that's cool 

Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock in case you like to leak alot 

Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx 

Get the fuck on the ground 

Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town 

They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen 

From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland 

So put your fist up boy, you wanna romp 

You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped 

Thinking way back before I got mine 

Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs 

It's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman 

A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmerin 

Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below 

I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios 

Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles 

I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles 

Tomb after tomb 

Boom, boom after boom 

Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb 

From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb 

Cool, ooh, that's cool 

Fourth and goal 

Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll 

Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole 

Cranium overload, overthrowed 

Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho 

B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me 

Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe 

Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me 

Player, pimp, ganster, poet 

We goin spit it, we goin show it to your ass 

"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed 

But I know one day we will once more cross paths 

They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre" 

I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay" 

OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division 

We did split it down the middle so you can see both divisions 

Been spittin damn near ten years, why the fuck would be be quittin 

Fuck, nigga