(feat. Andre (OutKast), King Midas)



[King Midas]

"Word, best to feel me, boy

It's about to come off, it's about to come off

Whether you love it or you hate it

Ain't none of this drug game can stop my flow"



My malignant melody's a felony, at least that's what they tellin' me

Belle and three deep in hell and Tree

Sellin' my new T-A-P-E

for paper, D- King get real violent with terminators

Determined haters gettin' wiped out by exterminators

in German 'Gators, fully prepared for the perpetrators

They try to fade us- My style is layed down in perfect layers

If adgetated, then my melody moves wildly

Niggas that doubt me don't know nothin' about me

Without me, rap would be weak wit'out a beat,

but it got me, so it's unique and kinda sweet

Yet you slot me, so I take pride in your demise

Seek to stop me and I must rise with my a-llies

at the top, man- Hard to maintain but I got game

and it's plain to see without pain and forever reign

You losers' not me, so I recommend that you don't begin

'cause to stop me is takin' the strength of ten men



[King Midas (Drunken Master)]

My, my, my...

(...malignant melody)

My, my, my...

(It's just those wicked flow skills)

My...

(...malignant melody)

Watch out. Watch out, 'bout to hurt ya!

My...

(It's just those wicked flow skills)



[King Midas]

See, when I see the microphone, I'm instantly turnin'

into a fire-breathin' M.C., internally burnin'

Never learnin' to watch your manners'll get 'cha smacked in the mouth

Here's a present, I'm gon' have Santa come and blow up ya house

Just from a clout, I'm gon' have to bless the skill of a legend

Goin' in so many directions, you don't know where I'm headin'

Now, I ain't bettin' but I believe I'm one of the best

Kinda upsettin' how I battle when I'm put to the test

Nevertheless, ladies' obsessed, now I confess that I'm fresh

Could afford to ball for y'all a little bit and still have alot left

What about death? I ain't afraid but, shit, I don't wanna die

for myself- So when you try to slain me, bullets gon' fly

'til ain't nothin' left- It's self explanitory how I'ma ride

For my respect, I get wreck- Man, I can't go deny



[King Midas (Drunken Master)]

My, my, my...

I'ma say it again for 'em, Dre

Look here, huh

My, my, my...

(...malignant melody)

My...

We gon' freak it for this one time, man

Drunken Master

(It's just those wicked flow skills)

My...

One time

(...malignant melody)

Two more times, man

Let me go towards 'em, man

My...

(It's just those wicked flow skills)



[Drunken Master (Dre from Outkast on a phone)]

"Yeah, and that's the way we puttin' it down

Drunkenstyle, you-knaw-I-mean?

99.9 on your FM dial- Bangin' for real niggas only

Turn the volume up out there

Ayyo, right about now, let's go to the phone lines and see what's

crackin' lately- See who ridin' wit' us, ya-knaw-I-mean?

Yo, Drunkenstyle, you on the line"

("Yo")

"Yo, what's the deal, nigga"

("Wuz up, man")

"Yo, who is this?"

("This Dre")

"Yo, Dre, what's goin' on out there in them city streets, my man?"

("They jammin' ya")

"Ayyo, well, you on the air right now

Let niggas out there know who you ridin' wit', Playboy

Do your thang"

("Yo, y'all know who it is

Yes, straight outta Outkast, it's Andre 3000

Niggas know we be layin' low

Lower than roaches doin' push-ups

But I'm layin' low with, uh, DJ Dre, the Drunken Master

Y'all know what it is- Drunkenstyle '99

Go and pick up y'all tha album")

"Yeah, that's good lookin' out, Playboy

I'll see y'all when I get to Atlanta, you-knaw-I-mean?"

("Alright")

"Big shout-out to all the niggas in the Dirty South

ridin' wit' that Drunken Master shit in they deck

You know it don't stop, baby- Check the way that we switch it up

Drunkenstyle, nigga- WHAT?!!"



[Record Scratches]