Xplosion (Explicit)

We just can't be amazed

Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade

And we some home-made bombs

Finna blow right up in your face

B-Real

Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face

All your hate emanates but you still hesitate

Cause you want inside of my head but don't know how

To brainwash me to be a commercial clown

F**k that I see the way you were see the way you smirk I'm catching you

Where you work

God only knows all the trouble that grows

Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes

Can I blast those who point the finger at me

Who criticize and talk sh*t so freely

F**k XXL you're a size too small

I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all

Whether you live to talk sh*t about the Real

Then kiss my a** in person how much you love the Hill

I'm the outcast comin to blaze the grass

Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass

Dre pass me the glass of wine

So I can pour it over my homies grave and mine

For all those who fallen and answered when God was calling

Jump into my ragtop and get all in

I'm the bomb planted in your car why you frozen

Pop the tape in ignite the xplosion

The world is mine the world is yours the world is ours

The world is lost the world is tossed

We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade

And we some home-made bombs

Finna blow right up in your face

Big Boi

With a one-two punch B-Real and Andre dropped they verses

Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin clean-up so it worsens

People and persons on the opposite teams oh yes its curtains

No bullets burpin' oh just lyrically twerking

Making a statement when you freestyle and your mind is in a free state

Is kinda hard to execute when you ain't feeling it that day

Jumpin the gun and rushing your flow

Babbling on the mikie like auctioneer got the public's ears

F**ked up can't hear Atlanta Georgia where y'all at

OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp

Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps

Making that music that make your neck hurt

And the beats that bother your back in my Cadillac

Six woofers and four amps lo pro vogues on swole

With the carriage lamps diamond tucked velour pistol in my lap

Come in peace but then xplode like booty traps