What’s your locomotive
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
That’s the way the cracker crumbles
I said, "Oh hell naw!" But yet it’s that too
And dragged away is thrown away and then one day it turns to clay
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
All aboard the Stankonia Express
This is how we go about it
Now you switching, why you quitting ’cause it’s heated in the kitchen?
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
And I grow, just like a baby breastfeeding
Fuck wishing, you missing the ambition on your mission
That’s the way the cracker crumbles
And I flow just like a brook, a stream, the rain
And I fly just like a bird up in the sky
You can’t discrimi-hate 'cause you done read a book or two
Of shouts and screams
Of shouts and screams
You wanna reach the nation nigga? Start from ya corner
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Yowsky, wowsky, pisky, wisky
And a quote for collision the decision
You livin' for the lotto never hit it
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Speeches only reaches those who already know about it
Of shouts and screams
No weapon formed against prospers 54:17
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
You've got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams
Demand it, over stand it then you handle it
Of shouts and screams
Stop ya slipping and ya pimping nigga
Life is like a great big roller coaster
I’m wild just like a rock, a stone, a tree
To put that bitch in slower motion, got the potion and the antidote
From Isaiah lay a nigga down and spray ’em
The underground smell road
That’s the way the cracker crumbles
Of shouts and screams
You either pistol whoop the nigga or you choke the trigger
That’s the way the cracker crumbles
I rock the microphone like a blizzard, I’m so cold I’m tryin’ to hold ya
What if I looked at you in a microscope, saw all the dirty organisms
She said she thought hip-hop was only guns and alcohol
I met a critic, I made her shit her drawers
That’s the way the cracker crumbles
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
The game changes every day so obsolete is the fist and marches
Of shouts and screams
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Everything don’t always happen like you planned it
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
The chatta nigga choo choo?
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Back on the microphone, your number one controller
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket
Everybody’s lookin’ for an excuse to let loose
Then I breathe just like the wind the breeze that blows
Blue-collar scholars, who’ll take your dollar and wipe my ass wit it
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
So I guess I've gotta re-route my dreams
And I’ll surely die just like a flower plucked
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
It’s beautiful, that’s life and that’s life
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
That’s the way the cracker crumbles
It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds its way
That’s the way the cracker crumbles
Trials and tribulations make you stronger, live longer
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Yeah, too democratic, republic fuck it
And that’s life and that’s life
That’s the way the cracker crumbles
If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards you've gotta play ’em
I’m free just like the wind the breeze that blows
And there it lays until the rain and sun
Of shouts and screams
Everything in life don’t happen like it’s suppose to
That’s the way the cracker crumbles
Of shouts and screams
Living in your closet would I stop and would I pause it?
Do you wanna live or wanna exist?
Of shouts and screams
