Outkast - Synthesizer Lyrics
Intro: andre benjamin and george clinton *singing*Everybodys got opinionsOn the way youre livingBut see they cant fill your shoesLife is made of half illusion (illusion)Forty percent confusion (confusion)Whatevers left Im using to keep myself from losing, yeaYou dont know what Ive been through (oooh)Hell I might go through you (ghetto boy that, wont 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 Im seekin that sir tea and some soup yea)All in all its all in my headVerse one: big boiYou know its 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 Im gon speak that southern good shitThat harder than yo hood shit, lil shitThat make yall 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, dont claim no gang, we the niggazThat did that aint no thang but a chicken wangBut still though, how you gonna play a nigga like dildoWe outkast til its over, barbeque and never mildoFor real broIn tonights news, 20th century technology:Has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far?Einstein or frankenstein?Dr. scholls, 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-*****in you, a psycho-sodomyOf the medula oblongataAccept your mind down your spine and out your behind***** 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 aint no such thing as bad luckMy, nose aint 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 *****?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 aint 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 *****Digital good time, digital good timeSaid shed lapdance on your laptopWhile your laptops in your lapDigital good time, digital good timeCybersexy wendyWeb walkin in the *****Digital good time, digital good timeSaid shed tapdance on your laptopWhile your laptops in your lapDigital good time, digital good timeDigital good time, digital good timeCybersexy wendyWeb walkin in the *****Digital good time, digital good timeDigital good time, digital good timeFuzzy logic, its groovy..
