Da Art Of Storytellin' (Part 1)

[Andre Benjamin] Yea yea yea 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 Outkast 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 [Big Boi] 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 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 distor-TION [echoes] [sung in a low voice over and over] All's well, nothing's well