Oh No
Big Boi Feat. Killer Mike & Bubba Sparxxx Lyrics

We're back
We have returned

This is MC extraordinaire
Introducing myself as an exceptional rapper

Reporting to you for W-A D-F, generation one television
Bringing news on behalf of W-A D-F, generation one television

We here in a remote area
We are currently in a secluded location

Somewhere way back up in the woods
We are located deep in the forest

With members of the elite Dungeon Family
Accompanied by the talented Dungeon Family members

Them boys in there workin' on some shit so fire
The boys are creating something incredibly impressive

Ey, welcome to Purple Ribbon, prime-time official
Greetings to the official prime-time Purple Ribbon

Killer Mike, y'all
Introducing oneself as Killer Mike

Killer kill from the ville, go hard on the rhyme
Fierce rapper from the ville, with powerful lyrics

Like a junkie on powder I go hard every line
I go all-out with every single line, like an addict on drugs

I'm a ex-Dope Boi but I still rap low
Although I'm no longer a drug dealer, my rhymes remain strong

And I sold more horse than a polo sto'
I've sold a tremendous amount of drugs, just like a polo store sells horses

I'm destined to become a millionaire
My success will lead me to become a millionaire

Similar to Phil Collins I can feel it in the air
Just like Phil Collins, I sense that my career is promising

My car change colors like a million airs
I have a car that can change colors like those of wealthy individuals

Necklace, get reckless and touch my chain
If you touch my necklace, things may get dangerous

I put it in the air and bust your brain
I'll attack you if you mess with me

Any sucker out there tryna' take my cash
Anyone foolish enough to try and steal my money

Better pray God with him when I catch his ass
They'll need divine intervention when I catch them

Or he gon' lay there dyin' wit' a bullet in his ass
They'll either die or get shot in the butt

We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all
We set a new trend, we're crazy, and we go all out

Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders
We're ignoring our haters and those who follow them

Pardon my French but if you give me an inch
Excuse my language, but if you give me a chance

I'm a take five kilometers and give it to the commoners
I'll take full advantage and give it to the less fortunate

Some dirty white boys and some hoochie black girls
Referring to a mixed group of people

Nearly one million sold but I'm still in that world
Despite selling numerous albums, I remain rooted in my culture

That's why you won't see Bubba, buck head bouncin'
I'm not dancing like a fool, I'm staying focused on the music

Unless it's the cream and I'm upstairs countin'
Unless it's lots of money, where I'll be upstairs counting it

You know the type of bread that don't involve accountants
Talking about cash that doesn't require an accountant

Continuin' the legacy my four fathers founded
Continuing my family's legacy

We won a lot of battles but the war is still ragin'
We've succeeded in many situations, but the overall struggle continues

She's turned a lot of tricks but the whore is still agein'
Referring to someone who's made poor choices, but still persevered

What is ? what God gave me for my birthday
Asking what one's God-given talent is

You ain't D-F dawg, fuck what your shirt say
You aren't part of the Dungeon Family, despite what your shirt claims

Talkin' bout he's undeserving of the blessin'
Talking about someone who doesn't deserve their success

When truthfully the tat was roomin' them suggestions
Referring to the influence a tattoo had on someone's actions

New ? clean in the game they ?
Referring to someone new in the industry, questioning if their image is truly clean

We ain't them boys that you can't say earned it
Saying that we worked hard and earned our place

Every now and then, me and my kin, we get to bussin'
Every once in a while, me and my family get fired up

Not in the high school football game, I'm talkin' bout rhyme thrustin'
Not in a football game but in our rhymes

I'm talkin' bout line crushin', somethin's empty bumpin'
Talking about creating new music that's hard-hitting and impressive

On the low straight out the oven like some blueberry muffins
Creating new music that's fresh, just like freshly-baked blueberry muffins

We got the stuffing like some ? or somethin', macaroni, mackalicious
We have substance, like stuffing a Thanksgiving turkey, and always stay impressive

Mack a bitch or a woman, there is a difference
There's a difference between flirting with a woman and being disrespectful

Not if the woman start bitchin', won't get in the kitchen
If a woman starts complaining, I won't tell her to go to the kitchen

Male, chauvinistic, nah, ho, you missed it
I'm not male or chauvinistic, you misunderstood my message

I'm just kiddin', just playin', I'm just sayin' we humpin' around
I'm kidding around, but I'll still stand by my rhymes

Like the ghost of Bobby Brown and Stankonia lingerin' round
Referencing Bobby Brown and the lasting impression of Stankonia music

We have found proof of sound of our ground
We've found evidence here on Earth of the quality of our music

When we've split in two parts, no one can block us now
When we come together, no one can stop us

Maybe top lock but we can't stop, let the great white head be severed
Maybe we'll struggle a little, but we won't give up and succeed nonetheless

We weathered the storm, with feathers, something we treasure
We've weathered through tough times and have come out even stronger

(Well I never) and you never will, suckered up
You'll never be able to distract us or bring us down

The Dungeon Family is here to stay and we don't give a flying fuck
We'll always be the Dungeon Family, and we don't care what anyone thinks