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letra de da art of storytellin' (pt. 2) - outkast

[verse 1: andré 3000]
“baby, did you hear that?” “yeah, baby, i heard it too”
look out the window, golly, the sky is electric blue
mama earth is dying and crying because of you
raining cats and jackals, all shackles disintegrate to residue
silly mortals haven’t a clue as to what the funk is going on
i’m on the telephone dialing the dungeon (“h-llo?”)
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
mama earth is tossing and turning and that’s a sign
omega n-gga i.f.o.s are landing in decatur
hope i’m not over your head, but if so you will catch on later
played the track, guess she could not take it anymo’
raping her heavenly body like a ho, coochie so’
from n-ggas constantly f-cking her, never loving her
never showing appreciation, busting nuts in her face when they done

“who said good folks is not supposed to die?”

[verse 2: big boi]
the sky is falling, n0body balling, they done gave back they guns
for some tickets to the playoffs, but the h-rnets, they won
n-gga, we slum, kept all the guns, i gotta protect my family
i drove the biggest thing in the house cause i knew they’d try to ram me
but i’m stabbing, making my way on expressway the best way i know how
look up in the sky, east, west, no clouds
him coming now, f-ck that money now
i ask my honey how she feeling and is jordan okay? “yeah, yeah, she chillin'”
we should be at the dungeon shortly, ain’t n0body on they porch, see?
approaching the final exit, i’m thinking i see four horsies
but i don’t though, n-gga, 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’re smoking
writing the raps and doing the beats to make this last recording
f-ck abortion, i got in the booth to run the final portion
the beat was very dirty and the vocals had distortion

[outro: andré 3000]
“who said good folks is not supposed to die?”
all’s well, nothing’s well
all’s well, nothing’s well
all’s well, nothing’s well
all’s well, nothing’s well
all’s well, nothing’s well
all’s well, nothing’s well
all’s well, nothing’s well
all’s well, nothing’s well
all’s well, nothing’s well

- outkast

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