Tomb Of The Boom (Featuring Ko
OutKast Lyrics


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Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight from the A-T
I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest
But you know
We can talk about it all day long baby
We fin'a break you off with some fresh new shit

This rap game lovely
Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Riding it like a bucket, nigga fuck it
I know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions
Perpetrators in the booth, rapping lame like they drug related
It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and a baby
You don't grind, you be lying
Should be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe

Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
Konkrete, Aquemini, we taking this here to the top
Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop
You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch
To my real niggas, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx
Fuck the cops, we making noise and we won't stop
Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's going drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock

They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle
Mr. Cockerspanielle in your poodle, after school tutor
Roto Rooter, addicted to follies
Like brown collies, stay soft fro
Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian
Talking a different language, RBI fly wide
Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now
Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now
Pussy pop for me now, sell cock for me now
Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now
See you when I see you, now out wit me now

Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight
Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates
I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit
Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks
Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up
I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut
It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game
You can fool the record labels but not the street fame
I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact
The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque
I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props
Konkrete and Big Boi beating through your Speakerboxxx

Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock, in case you like to leak a lot
Meanwhile, cranking the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx
"So here he is, get the fuck on the ground"
Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town
They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland
So put your fist up boy, you want to romp
You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped
Thinking way back before I got mine
Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs
Been a while, it's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman
A hundred tho, bitch, diamonds shimmering
Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below
I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles

Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

Fourth and goal
Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll
Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Cranium overload, over throwed
Now we got seven more points on the board, for sure
B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me
Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
Player, pimp, ganster, poet
We goin spit it, we going show it to your ass
"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed
But I know one day we will once more cross paths
They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre"
I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay"
OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division
We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions




Been spitting it damn near ten years, why the fuck would be be quitting
Fuck, nigga

Overall Meaning

The song "Tomb of the Boom" by Outkast featuring Konkrete, Big Gipp, and Ludacris provides an interesting perspective on the rap game and the journey of the artists involved. The opening lines of the song emphasize the freshness of the music they are about to deliver to the audience. The lyrics of the song touch on various topics such as the rap game being lovely, the challenges the artists face, such as making sure they don't get bugged by authorities, and the need for athletes to try their hand at rapping.


The lyrics also discuss the struggles of coming from a ghetto and trying to make a living while maintaining one's reputation. The use of metaphors like "tomb after tomb" and "boom after boom" symbolize the emotions that are served up to the audience when they listen to the music. The line "embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb" represents the connection the artist has with their listeners, and how they want to be heard and understood.


The verses in the song are delivered by each artist in a unique style, which adds to the depth and dimension of the song. The lyrics also touch on topics such as sex, violence, and drugs, which are common themes in hip hop music. Overall, the song is a reminder of the reality of the music industry and the struggles that artists face in their attempt to make it big


Line by Line Meaning

Yo
Greetings


Just so you all know what time it is
Allow me to inform you of the current situation


It's your homeboy
I am your close friend


Straight from the A-T
Directly from Atlanta, Georgia


I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest
I won't mention any further details


But you know
However, you are aware


We can talk about it all day long baby
We have plenty of time to discuss it


We fin'a break you off with some fresh new shit
We are about to share with you some innovative and exciting content


This rap game lovely
The rap industry is enjoyable and appealing


Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me
Konkrete has a role to play because the authorities are trying to monitor me


Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Sports personalities desire to become rappers, my dear, believe me


Bending corners in the Benz
Driving luxuriously in a Mercedes-Benz


Riding it like a bucket, nigga fuck it
Driving it recklessly, disregarding its value


I know some hoes slutty
I am acquainted with promiscuous women


I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby
I skillfully maneuvered a woman as if I were strategizing in a game of rugby


I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
I have witnessed a poor and unsatisfactory lifestyle, my friend, believe me


Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions
Traveling to Europe and smoothly passing through customs without facing any inquiries


Perpetrators in the booth, rapping lame like they drug related
Individuals in the recording studio rapping poorly as if they were involved in drug-related activities


It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and a baby
It deeply affected me, causing nausea and the loss of my loved ones


You don't grind, you be lying
You do not work hard, you are dishonest


Should be castrated, Lorena Bobbitt maybe
You deserve severe punishment, such as castration, similar to what Lorena Bobbitt did


Tomb after tomb
Successive failures or losses


Boom, boom after boom
Frequent and impactful occurrences


Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Eliciting strong feelings when you are deeply immersed in a difficult situation


Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
From the earliest stage to a newly born state, you can sense my presence and impact


Cool, ooh, that's cool
Expressions of approval or contentment


You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
I skillfully handle firearms, having more influence and control than amateur shooters


Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
Providing sexual satisfaction to women by engaging in intense intimate encounters


I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
I am a youth from a rural background, wearing long socks with sandals


But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
However, I arrive at your neighborhood in a luxurious Mercedes-Benz convertible


Konkrete, Aquemini, we taking this here to the top
Konkrete and Aquemini, as a collaborative team, are ascending to the highest level of success


Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop
We achieve great success, and it does not concern us if it eventually diminishes


You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch
You claim it is impressive, but allow me to make it even better


To my real niggas, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx
I request my genuine companions to play this loudly through their speakers


Fuck the cops, we making noise and we won't stop
Disregard the police, we are creating a commotion and will continue unabated


Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's going drop
Thumping vibrations resonate, and the energetic atmosphere is about to escalate


Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
Representing a classic style with large footwear, and not wearing any socks


We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock
We possess weapons, encounter foolish individuals, and bullets will target them


They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle
I am referred to as Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. who penetrates with the phallic symbol


Mr. Cockerspanielle in your poodle, after school tutor
Mr. Cockerspanielle, providing after-school private lessons in various subjects


Roto Rooter, addicted to follies
Engaged in reckless and foolish behavior like a habitual addict


Like brown collies, stay soft fro
Similar to fluffy brown Collie dogs, maintaining a soft appearance


Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian
Engaging in sexual activities with an Ethiopian woman's reproductive organs


Talking a different language, RBI fly wide
Uttering incomprehensible words, causing confusion and making people scatter


Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now
Approach me immediately, whether you want drugs in solid or powdered form


Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now
Attractive women desire to accompany and converse with me presently


Pussy pop for me now, sell cock for me now
Perform sexually for me now, trade sexual services for money now


Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now
Engage in physical altercations with a promiscuous woman, striking her in the eye on my behalf


See you when I see you, now out wit me now
We will meet at some point in the future, now leave with me at this moment


I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight
I will never decline in success, I carry a significant burden of responsibility


Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates
If you provoke me, I will cut you into pieces like Norman Bates from the movie Psycho


I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit
I am authentic and experienced in this field


Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks
I have sold over a million units purely through drug dealing and illegal activities


Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up
I am highly volatile, like gasoline, when I am provoked or agitated


I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut
I enjoy consuming dark-colored alcohol and engaging in sexual activities with aggressive white women


It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game
Your rap career is finished, you talentless artist, leave the industry


You can fool the record labels but not the street fame
You may deceive the music industry, but you cannot deceive the reputation on the streets


I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact
I speak the truth as I perceive it, my friend, and facts are indisputable


The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque
The initial lyrics I composed earned me a prestigious Platinum award


I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props
I have experienced immense hardships and triumphs, therefore, acknowledge and praise me


Konkrete and Big Boi beating through your Speakerboxxx
The music of Konkrete and Big Boi are resonating powerfully through your audio system


Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock, in case you like to leak a lot
Ludacris, indeed I possess a firearm, in case you tend to disclose sensitive information frequently


Meanwhile, cranking the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx
Simultaneously, increasing the volume setting on my audio system


"So here he is, get the fuck on the ground"
"This is the individual we are referring to, get down immediately"


Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town
It is a commonly used expression you may encounter while walking through Atlanta, Georgia


They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
They have doubts that I would violently attack them in the abdominal region


From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland
From one location named College Park in Georgia to another in Maryland


So put your fist up boy, you want to romp
Therefore, raise your fist, young man, if you desire to engage in aggressive play


You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped
You can perform the Bankhead Bounce dance or face physical retaliation from individuals from the Eastside


Thinking way back before I got mine
Reflecting on the period prior to my acquisition of success and wealth


Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs
Engaging in destructive behavior by shooting holes in stop signs within the community


Been a while, it's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentlemen
It has been some time, but my excitement and energy levels remain high, my esteemed audience


A hundred tho, bitch, diamonds shimmering
Valorizing the worth of one hundred thousand dollars, showcasing the radiant quality of diamonds


Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below
You can find me with a bag of marijuana, reaching for the gun concealed beneath


I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
I am accompanied by promiscuous women, consuming pistachio nuts


Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
You are driving Subarus, confined to your dull office spaces


I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles
I am soaring high in the sky, with remnants of marijuana under my nails


Fourth and goal
In a crucial situation, near the end zone


Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll
Should I play it safe and go for a field goal, or take the risk and attempt to score a touchdown


Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Take the ball through the central part of the field, through any gaps in the defense


Cranium overload, over throwed
Intense mental pressure, overwhelmed


Now we got seven more points on the board, for sure
Now we have earned seven additional points on the scorecard, undoubtedly


B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me
Big Boi, oh my, I believe he is bestowing his grace upon me


Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Achieving excellence in creating harmonious music, young man, we possess the formula for success


Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
Like the sauce Ragu, the best attributes are within me, allowing me to present my finest work


Player, pimp, ganster, poet
I am versatile, embodying characteristics of a seducer, a manipulator, a criminal, and a wordsmith


We goin spit it, we going show it to your ass
We are going to deliver it skillfully and reveal our abilities to you


"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed
"You are a winner" were the final words my father spoke before he died


But I know one day we will once more cross paths
However, I am confident that one day our paths will intersect again


They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre"
People inquire, "Big Boi, can you succeed without your partner Dre"


I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay"
I respond, "Everyone, end this absurdity because Dre and I will be fine"


OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division
OutKast, transitioning from discussing societal issues to the growth and development of cells


We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions
We have divided the music between the two of us, allowing listeners to experience both perspectives


Been spitting it damn near ten years, why the fuck would be be quitting
We have been rapping for almost a decade, why would we suddenly stop


Fuck, nigga
Expression of frustration or annoyance, my friend




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP
Written by: ANTWAN PATTON, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, CAMERON F. GIPP, NATHANIEL ELDER, COREY ANDREWS, JAMES PATTON

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[Big Boi]
Yo
Just so you all know what time it is
It's your homeboy
Straight from the A-T
I ain't even goin say the motherfucking rest
You know
We talk about it all day long baby
We fin'a break you off with some brand new shit

[C-Bone]
This rap game lovely
Konkrete play a part cause the Feds want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Ridin like a bucket, nigga fuck it
I know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playin rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions
Perpetrators in the booth, rappin lame like they drug related
It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and had a baby
You don't grind, you be lying
She'll be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe

[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

[Lil' Brotha]
You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
Hit G spots by givin hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
Konkrete, Aquemini, we takin this here to the top
Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop
You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch
To all my real niggaz, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx
Fuck the cops, we makin noise and we won't stop
Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's goin drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock

[Big Gipp]
They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle
Mr. Cockerspanielle in Your Poodle, after school tutor
Roto Rooter, addicted to follies
Like brown collies, stay soft fro
Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian
Talking a different language, RBI fly wide
Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now
Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now
Push a glock for me now, sale cock for me now
Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now
See you when I see you, now out wit me now

[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

[Supa Nate]
I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight
Fuck wit me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates
I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit
Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks
Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up
I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut
It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game
You can fool the record labels but not the street fame
I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact
The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque
I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props
Konkrete and Big Boi beatin through your Speakerboxxx

[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

[Ludacris]
Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock in case you like to leak alot
Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx
Get the fuck on the ground
Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town
They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland
So put your fist up boy, you wanna romp
You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped
Thinking way back before I got mine
Putting bullet holes through neighborhood stop signs
It's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman
A hundred though, bitch, diamonds shimmerin
Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below
I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles

[Big Boi]
Tomb after tomb
Boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool

[Big Boi]
Fourth and goal
Should I take the three point field goal for the score or should I roll
Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Cranium overload, overthrowed
Now we got seven more points on the board, fa sho
B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me
Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
Player, pimp, ganster, poet
We goin spit it, we goin show it to your ass
"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed
But I know one day we will once more cross paths
They say "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre"
I say "people, stop the madness cause me and Dre be okay"
OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division
We jus tsplit it down the middle so you can see both the visions
Been spittin it damn near ten years, why the fuck would be be quittin
Fuck, nigga



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João Pedro Gois

This song is pure magnetism

Erik Gumeringer

For a rap song this is pretty metal.

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I think you'd like Bust.

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The most gangsta family in the Wild West

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Steel Ball Run!

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fellow sbr enjoyer

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Boom boom families

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And metallic

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Yes they were.....and its philthy America cuz

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Auds

i love this song and am very thankful for araki for introducing it to me. ❤️

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