[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´d be

Checking my fucking 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 nigga to fuck with, wouldn´t I?
Wouldn´t I be the wrong one to try
Never eating chicken thighs
Only the twenty piece mojo
Flows on like Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out, just how low could your hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street
Krush Groove and Breakin´
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 Saddam, believe the Nation of Islam
Fuck 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

[Cee-Lo]
Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm (Repeat 4X)

[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 but let´s say gift´s a motive
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 shit in the gift shop
But to each his own, my speech is born
Keep that shit up outta my zone
Long as you happy then I´m happy
Even if you just hate my fucking guts go ´head and dap me
´Cause I´m gon´ dap you anyway
And then go home and pray for your ass later

´Cause we might need you in this war, I´m wailing on you traitors
Like that