OUTKAST - Synthesizer Lyrics

Intro: andre benjamin and george clinton *singing*Everybody's got opinionsOn the way you're livingBut see they can't fill your shoesLife is made of half illusion (illusion)Forty percent confusion (confusion)Whatever's left I'm using to keep myself from losing, yeaYou don't know what I've been through (oooh)Hell I might go through you (ghetto boy that, won't eat, tonight)Uh-oh, oh no-oahohh (that little boy just wanna eat tonight)Hey hey (he scuffles with her booty and her face) hey heyAnd mm-mmmmmm (mom I'm seekin that sir tea and some soup yea)All in all it's all in my headVerse one: big boiYou know it's that high guy, from east p.i.Spittin the realness of reality, you mad at meBoi how you gonna handle me? You want me to lolligag and talk that bullshit? I refuse to play so I'm gon' speak that southern good shitThat harder than yo' hood shit, lil' shitThat make y'all niggaz think about the triggerBefore you pull it, on liquor stores and banksThem folks got more than enough bullets to put that assOff in the slang, don't claim no gang, we the niggazThat did that ain't no thang but a chicken wangBut still though, how you gonna play a nigga like dildoWe outkast til it's over, barbeque and never mildoFor real broIn tonight's news, 20th century technology:Has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far? Einstein or frankenstein? Dr. scholl's, or dr. jekyll and mr. hyde? Are we digging into new ground,Or digging our own graves? story at 11Verse two: george clintonValley girls are horny tonight (synthesizer)Fuzzy logic, their pubic virginity (synthesizer)Ooooh oooh ooh .. (synthesizer)Ooooh oooh ooh .. (synthesizer)Conceived under the influence of toxic wasted doctorsComputer buggin debuggin device-a and vice versaAnd various virusesPerforming with laser light precision and verbal incisionFor a lingustic ballistic lobotomyMind-fuckin you, a psycho-sodomyOf the medula oblongataAccept your mind down your spine and out your behindFuck youVerse three: andre benjaminSynthesizer, microwave meGive me a drug so I can make seven babiesPump my breasts up, can you suck the fat upPlease make my life appearLike ain't no such thing as bad luckMy, nose ain't rightLike I need a new oneJust take your pick, a yellow redA black or a blue oneVirtual reality, virtual, bullshitSynthesizer preachers can reach youUp in the pulpitWho a bitch? Give me my gat so I can smoke this niggaTell his mamma not to cryBecause they can clone him quickerThan it took his daddy to make himNiggaz bitin verbatimThought provokin records radio never played demInstant, quick grits, new, improvedHurry hurry, rush rush, world on the moveMarijuana illegal but ciggarettes coolI might look kinda funny but I ain't no foolNow if you wanna synthesize I emp-athizeNow if you wanna synthesize I emp-athizeBut if you synthesize I will understandYour synthesizer manVerse four: george clintonGhetto boy horny tonightScsi with a booty in a cageProblem sinkin down and stretchin outSo sleepy, playing safe in cyberspace(synthesizer)Cybersexy wendy (synthesizer)Web walkin in the nudeDigital good time, digital good timeSaid she'd lapdance on your laptopWhile your laptop's in your lapDigital good time, digital good timeCybersexy wendyWeb walkin in the nudeDigital good time, digital good timeSaid she'd tapdance on your laptopWhile your laptop's in your lapDigital good time, digital good timeDigital good time, digital good timeCybersexy wendyWeb walkin in the nudeDigital good time, digital good timeDigital good time, digital good timeFuzzy logic, it's groovy..
 

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