[Verse 1: Big Boi]
In the zone like Keyser Söze
Always the Usual Suspect
No check all I got in this game is my respect
And Southern pride I be
Checking my f**ing head
Scared, looking up in your face, boy I see dead
If you test like SAT
Then I guess that we may be, enemies
In the P's freestyles be freebies
I be that wrong n***a to f** with, wouldn't I
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try
Never eating chicken thighs
Only the twenty piece mojo
Flow zone like Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out
Just how low could your ho go
The beat hit like Beat Street
Krush Groove and Breaking
Never baking, rebuking Satan
We had you waiting
For the Second Coming funny how time flies when you're rhyming
LaFace records, I think they got that perfect timing
To be doper than Sadaam believe the Nation of Islam
f** the police and the dogs, sniffing that dope up out your car
I think they overstep they boundaries
OJ, not guilty, that's how they found he
[Verse 2: Andre]
I felt the pressure like sun shining
While raining at the same time
I kept on rhyming
Not complaining
Storm braining cats and dogs
My catalog be the size of golf balls
Throw up your Daisy Dukes
I'm Hazzard-ous to all you Boss Hoggs
And Rosco P. Col' people
Who caboose my locomotive
But enough of that everyone can rap unless their gift's upholstered
I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I
Compose won't y'all get sick of that, cause I know I do when I hear those
Flows that ain't hip-hop
You find that sh** in the gift shop
But to each his own, my speech is gone
Keep that sh** up outta my zone
Long as you happy then I'm happy
Even if you just hate my f**ing guts go ahead and dap me
Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway
And then go home and pray for your a** later
Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailing on you traitors
Like that