text: Woo, woo
  Yosky-wosky, peesky-weesky
  Whatcha wanna do-ski?
  Nathaniel
  Niggas get jacked like Daniel
  Something I cant handle
  Yo, unkay
  Yo, this is my story, this is my song
  And to them rudypoots dont attempt to try this at home
  Its just a poem until yall learn right from wrong
  Know when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome
  But its back on, another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia
  Overcast, but on behalf of OutKast, I cordially
  Invite you to an emotion-filled theater
  Bring your umbrellas, cause young fella it gets no weirder
  We reign, reign, supreme, preme
  Dungeon, dungeon kings
  Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole?
  Chonkyfire, spliced with rock nroll indubitably, piper pied
  Now hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, cant stop the stride
  Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole?
  Chonkyfire, spliced with rock nroll indubitably, piper pied
  Now, now just hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, cant stop the stride
  You are now about entering the fifth dimension of ascension
  Our only intention is to take you high
  High, yeah, yeah, my Lord
  To make one bob they head would be the track job
  Your jobs to spit that fire
  Some of yall MCs take this rhymin for granted, I wont comply
  With that slackin, poppin and crackin fourth ward say we snappin
  They want that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this
  Whats happenin, see if do what you wont do today boy
  Will I live tomorrow like you cant even live cause you strayed
  Motivational skills lackin, when I see you nigga you packin
  Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car doe
  But still stay with mom though, playing the King like Don doe
  You choked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be so locced up
  Makin them think Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you aint scared
  And if I see you in the streets Id dap you down like you was Greg, yeah
  We reign, reign, supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings
  Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole?
  Chonkyfire, spliced with rock nroll indubitably, piper pied
  Now hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, cant stop the stride
  Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole?
  Chonkyfire, spliced with rock nroll indubitably, piper pied
  Now, now just hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, cant stop the stride
  Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole?
  Chonkyfire, spliced with rock nroll indubitably, piper pied
  Now hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, cant stop the stride
  Do you know what brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole?
  Chonkyfire, spliced with rock nroll indubitably, piper pied
  Now, now just hold on, my brother, no, no, no, no, cant stop the stride
  And the winner is—ladies, help me out—OutKast!
  Goodie Mob in the house. Yeah, word, whats up? Goodie Mob in the house, yanamsayin. We wanna say whats up to New York, yanamsayin, cause we from Down South, namsayin. Is New York up in this, yanamsayin? Are yall in here, yanamsayin?
  This yall city, yanamsayin. We just wanna say—yanamsayin—wanna say whats up to all the original MCs out there, people out there that who got their own stuff. So whats up, Dré?
  Yeah, first of all, yanamsayin, I wanna thank God. Just—namsayin—dead serious. Cause if it wasnt for him, yanamsayin, we wouldnt be here. But its like this though: Im tired of folks, yanamsayin—them closed-minded folks, yanamsayin. Its like we got a demo tape and dont nobody wanna hear it
  But its like this, the South got somethin to say. Thats all I got to say