Da Art of Storytellin' (Part 2)

[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

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

Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how

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