[Intro: André 3000]
Ah, "I stank I can, I stank I can..."
The funky engine that could – ooh, ooh!
Yosky, wosky, pisky, wisky
All aboard the Stankonia Express
The underground smell road
Everybody's lookin' for an excuse to let loose
What's your locomotive? The Chatta-nigga choo-choo?
[Chorus: André 3000 + Erykah Badu]
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
That's 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
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Back on the microphone, your number one controller
I rock the microphone like a blizzard; I'm so cold I'm tryin' to told ya
Life is like a great big rollercoaster
Everything in life don't always happen like it's s'posed to
Trials and tribulations make you stronger, live longer
You wanna reach the nation? Nigga, start from ya corner
Everything don't always happen like you plan it
Demand it – over-stand it, then you handle it
Fuck wishing, you missing the ambition on your mission
Now you switchin'
Why you quittin? 'Cause it's heated in the kitchen?
Sloppy slipping in your pimpin', nigga (Nigga)
You either pistol whoop the nigga or you choke the trigger
You've gots to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams
"No Weapon Formed Against You Prospers" 54:17
From Isaiah – lay a–nigga down and spray 'em
If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards, you've gotta play 'em
[Chorus: André 3000 + Erykah Badu]
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
That's 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
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Yeah, too Democratic, Republic, fuck it
We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket
Blue-collar scholars, who'll take your dolla, and wipe my ass with it
You living for the lotto, never hit it
I met a critic, I made her shit her draws
She said she thought Hip-Hop was only guns and alcohol
I said "Oh hell naw! But yet, it's that too
You can't discrima-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?" Whoo
To put that bitch in slower motion, got the potion and the antidote
And a quote for collision, the decision –
Is do you want to 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
[Chorus: André 3000 + Erykah Badu]
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
That's 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
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
[Verse 3: Erykah Badu]
I'm wild, just like a rock, a stone, a tree
And I'm 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 I'll surely die, just like a flower plucked and dragged away
And 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
And it's beautiful, that's life and that's life (Ahhhh)
And that's life and that's life
[Chorus: André 3000 + Erykah Badu]
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
That's 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
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
[Outro: André 3000]
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've gotta re-route my dreams
Y'all can't harm me, it's over
Shhhh
Hush
Shhhh
Hush
Shhhh
Hush
Shhhh
Hush
