Land of a Million Drums
OutKast/Killer Mike Lyrics
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In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
In the land of a million drums
I catch a pattern that spit rings around you like Saturn
This one for Scooby, pass the doobie I'mma do me one, do me one
Only you clean over
I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober
For the rated G exposure if you listen to what I'm tryin' to told ya
We fathers with seeds of our own
We're talking about sons and daughters boy, not roots and clones
Now that the theory gone wrong
An embryo with no soul
Stuck in this green mini-van with my lungs in a choke hold
Shaggy, pass the bombastic
Daphne said, "Don't do that"
Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic
Now Scrappy want to box and throw them bows
So I had to sic the pitbull on him before he could pass one blow
Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Doo (Scooby-Doobie-Doo)
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
[Chorus]
Woke up from a long night of hanging out with Shaggy
Oh no, lost my last baggy of Scooby snackies
Shaggy, wake up, we've been had
Our Scooby snacks, they got the whole stash
He said, "Who who, I don't have a clue"
I suspect the thirteen ghosts of Scooby-Doo
Call Vincent Price up on the Nextel
Tell him to send another package right through the mail
In the meantime, I'mma call Thelma to tell her
To get the Mystery Machine ready
I'm two-wayin' Daphne and Freddy
Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped
Dippin' through the flash, tryin' to get our stash back
Roundin' up suspects, collectin' clues
I got a question, where the hell is Scooby-Doo when you need 'em
The hound's only found when you feed him
In fact he probably got my sack
Tell him holler back
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
Break it down, break it down baby, 'til the flow jumps off the ground
Oh break it down, lookin' over yonder 'til the walls come tumblin' down
Oh, yes lord why ain't gotta tell me two times but you know I know
Oh, break it down, break it down baby, cause I want why y'all all to know
We rock the world
[Chorus]
[Repeat: x5]
I could of got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids
(Oh no, oh no)
The chorus of "Land Of A Million Drums" talks about the constant activity in the place where the song takes place. The lyrics suggest that if you can't keep up with the rhythm of the land, you might as well go home. The second half of the chorus repeats the "home" lyric to emphasize that if you can't keep up, you'll be left behind. The verses follow a story-telling structure, where each verse tells another piece of the story, and the chorus connects the story back to the place where it takes place. Killer Mike's verse talks about his skill as a rapper and his love for smoking weed, dedicating the verse to his friend Scooby. Andre 3000's verse continues the story with a reference to Scooby-Doo, involving a theft of Scooby Snacks and a search to find them. The song concludes with a classic Scooby-Doo line ("I could of got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids").
Line by Line Meaning
In the land of a million drums
The place where there are many drums beating
There is always something going on, on, on, on
There are always events happening continuously
If you can't locate your thought off
When you can't find clarity of mind
Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
It's better to go home if you can't focus
I catch a pattern that spit rings around you like Saturn
I create musical patterns that astound and impress others
Intergalactic tracks, I make 'em like magstrulium
I produce interstellar music with great ease
This one for Scooby, pass the doobie I'mma do me one, do me one
This song is dedicated to Scooby, sharing a joint and enjoying myself
Only you clean over
You're the only one who's not high
I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober
I perform well even when not under the influence
For the rated G exposure if you listen to what I'm tryin' to told ya
This is appropriate for all ages if you listen to me
We fathers with seeds of our own
We are parents with children of our own
We're talking about sons and daughters boy, not roots and clones
We're interested in raising our own children, not creating clones
Now that the theory gone wrong
Now that our plan has gone awry
An embryo with no soul
Something that doesn't have a spirit or emotion yet
Stuck in this green mini-van with my lungs in a choke hold
Breathing in too much smoke in a small van
Shaggy, pass the bombastic
Shaggy, pass the weed
Daphne said, "Don't do that"
Daphne warned us not to smoke
Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic
Freaky Fred drove us recklessly and caused an accident
Now Scrappy want to box and throw them bows
Now Scrappy wants to fight and throw punches
So I had to sic the pitbull on him before he could pass one blow
So I had to release the pitbull on him before he could land a punch
Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Doo (Scooby-Doobie-Doo)
The famous catchphrase from the show
Woke up from a long night of hanging out with Shaggy
I woke up after spending a long night with Shaggy
Oh no, lost my last baggy of Scooby snackies
Oh no, I lost my last bag of snacks
Our Scooby snacks, they got the whole stash
All our snacks are missing
He said, "Who who, I don't have a clue"
He said he didn't know what happened
I suspect the thirteen ghosts of Scooby-Doo
I think the ghosts from the show had something to do with it
Call Vincent Price up on the Nextel
Call Vincent Price on the cell phone
Tell him to send another package right through the mail
Ask him to send more snacks by mail
In the meantime, I'mma call Thelma to tell her
In the meantime, I'll call Thelma to ask for help
To get the Mystery Machine ready
To get the van ready
I'm two-wayin' Daphne and Freddy
I'm calling Daphne and Freddy
Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped
Shaggy and I are wearing all black and armed
Dippin' through the flash, tryin' to get our stash back
We're looking for our snacks at high speed
Roundin' up suspects, collectin' clues
We're searching for clues and potential suspects
I got a question, where the hell is Scooby-Doo when you need 'em
I need Scooby-Doo's help, but he's nowhere to be found
The hound's only found when you feed him
Scooby-Doo only shows up when you give him snacks
In fact he probably got my sack
He probably took my stash of snacks
Tell him holler back
Tell him to call me back
Break it down, break it down baby, 'til the flow jumps off the ground
Let's start performing and making music
Oh break it down, lookin' over yonder 'til the walls come tumblin' down
Let's keep going until we're exhausted
Oh, yes lord why ain't gotta tell me two times but you know I know
I got it the first time, you don't have to tell me twice
Oh, break it down, break it down baby, cause I want why y'all all to know
Let's perform and show off for everyone
We rock the world
We make great music and perform well
I could of got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids
I would've succeeded if not for your interference
(Oh no, oh no)
An expression of surprise or alarm
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: ANDRE BENJAMIN, PATRICK L BROWN, ANTWAN PATTON, MICHAEL SANTIGO RENDER, DAVID A SHEATS, David Sheats, Patrick Brown, Michael Render
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@krispy3339
{Lyrics}
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
In the land of a million drums
I catch a pattern that spit rings around you like Saturn
Intergalactic tracks, I make 'em like magstrulium
This one for Scooby, pass the doobie I'mma do me one, do me one
Only you clean over
I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober
For the rated G exposure if you listen to what I'm tryin' to told ya
We fathers with seeds of our own
We're talking about sons and daughters boy, not roots and clones
Now that the theory gone wrong
An embryo with no soul
Stuck in this green mini-van with my lungs in a choke hold
Shaggy, pass the bombastic
Daphne said, "Don't do that"
Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic
Now Scrappy want to box and throw them bows
So I had to sic the pitbull on him before he could pass one blow
Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Doo (Scooby-Doobie-Doo)
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
Woke up from a long night of hanging out with Shaggy
Oh no, lost my last baggy of Scooby snackies
Shaggy, wake up, we've been had
Our Scooby snacks, they got the whole stash
He said, "Who who, I don't have a clue"
I suspect the thirteen ghosts of Scooby-Doo
Call Vincent Price up on the Nextel
Tell him to send another package right through the mail
In the meantime, I'mma call Thelma to tell her
To get the Mystery Machine ready
I'm two-wayin' Daphne and Freddy
Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped
Dippin' through the flash, tryin' to get our stash back
Roundin' up suspects, collectin' clues
I got a question, where the hell is Scooby-Doo when you need 'em
The hound's only found when you feed him
In fact he probably got my sack
Tell him holler back
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
Break it down, break it down baby, 'til the flow jumps off the ground
Oh break it down, lookin' over yonder 'til the walls come tumblin' down
Oh, yes lord why ain't gotta tell me two times but you know I know
Oh, break it down, break it down baby, cause I want why y'all all to know
We rock the world
In the land of a million drums
There is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
I could of got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids
(Oh no, oh no)
@Raiinbowrave
This song was ahead of its time.
@Jimmy1982Playlists
You just described Outkast's whole catalogue 😉😁 Growing up with 'Kast in the '90s was one of the true blessings of being an '80s baby!
@maize-paper9
Lol Killer Mike said him and Shaggy dressed in all black and strapped, let me find out Shaggy really about that life😂
@elektrikshaman1212
Damn so I listened to Killer Mike when I was a kid and didn't even know it, fuck yeah!
@shadowclonemaster
Maize-Paper 9 is that Rain from Mortal Kombat?
@maize-paper9
@Just Lewis yes it is lol
@killll
scooby doo <3
@Jimmy1982Playlists
I'm an Outkast fanatic since ATLiens dropped and never knew this song existed! 🥰😍😁🥳 If nothing else, the Scooby-Doo movie gave us this... ❤💙❤💙
@VexMexIndustries
thats actually quite a nice piece of music, i like the style
@StaleCrackerJackBox
I've had this stuck in my head for 3 days. I am so happy about that, Lol!