Tomb of the Boom
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
Dungeon Family, all day long baby
We finna break it off with some fresh new shit (ya, ya, ya)

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 (fire another)
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 (what?)
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 (woo)
Cool, ooh, that's cool (alright)

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 gon' drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock (yeah)

They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Strudel, 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 grows
Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian
Talking a different language, RBI fly wide
Come to me now, '84 hard, '84 soft wi't 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 I'm out wit' me now, yo

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, cappin' ass rapper, get out the game
You can fool the record labels but not the streets man
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, yeah

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 (ha)

Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock, in case you like to leak a lot
Meanwhile, cranking the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx (woo)
"So here he is, get the fuck on the ground"
Is just a phrase you might hear strolling through the A-Town (A-Town)
They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland (that's right)
So put your fist up boy, you want to romp
You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped (woo)
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 (ugh)
A hundred thou', 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, Ludacris, and Big Boi, talks about the rap game and how it has become corrupted over time. Konkrete opens up about the Feds wanting to bug him and how athletes want to be rappers. He talks about how he is riding corners in his Benz and how some women are slutty. The song shows the reality of the rap game and how some rappers are perpetrating in the booth rapping while trying to seem drug-related.


The chorus of the song talks about how Tomb after Tomb, Boom after Boom is serving up emotion, and once you are deep inside the Tomb, you can feel Konkrete from Embryo to Newborn, who is controlling the boom.


The song continues with Ludacris talking about all the guns, stabbing, and the violent nature of Atlanta's street, with several shout-outs to his hometown in College Park, Georgia. Big Boi jumps in on the last verse, and he mentions his dad's last words and how their partnership cannot be broken.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo
Hello


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


I ain't even going say the motherfucking rest
I won't mention the rest explicitly


But you know
However, you are aware


Dungeon Family, all day long baby
We represent the Dungeon Family continuously


We finna break it off with some fresh new shit (ya, ya, ya)
We are about to present some new, exciting content


This rap game lovely
The rap industry is delightful


Konkrete play a part 'cause the Feds want to bug me
My involvement in illegal activities attracts unwanted attention from the authorities


Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Famous sportspeople aspire to become successful rappers


Bending corners in the Benz
Safely maneuvering corners in the Mercedes-Benz car


Riding it like a bucket, nigga fuck it (fire another)
Driving the car carelessly, 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 successfully negotiated with a woman as if participating in a rugby match


I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
I have witnessed poverty firsthand, believe me


Jump European, came clean through customs, no questions
Successfully crossed international borders without facing any complications


Perpetrators in the booth, rapping lame like they drug related (what?)
Individuals in the recording booth who rap poorly, pretending to be involved in drug-related activities


It made me sick to my stomach, lost a two and a baby
Their behavior disgusted me, causing me emotional distress


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


Should be castrated, Lorena Bobitt maybe
You deserve to be emasculated, perhaps by Lorena Bobbit


Tomb after tomb
Successive failures or losses


Boom, boom after boom
Explosive or impactful events one after another


Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
Eliciting intense emotions once you are deeply involved in a difficult situation


Embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb (woo)
From a developing fetus to a newly born baby, my presence can be sensed


Cool, ooh, that's cool (alright)
That's acceptable, satisfactory (expressing agreement)


You see, I cock back glocks, got more pull than slang shots
I prepare firearms, having more influence than small projectiles


Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I bring pleasure to women through sexual intercourse


I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
I am a young rural man, wearing long socks with flip-flops


But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
Yet I arrive in my convertible Mercedes-Benz on your neighborhood


Konkrete, Aquemini, we taking this here to the top
Me and Aquemini are determined to achieve success in this endeavor


Bust like balloons, who gives a damn if it goes pop
We will experience rapid success, and it doesn't matter if it eventually ends


You say it's hot, well let me turn it up another notch
You claim it's already impressive, but I will make it even better


To my real niggas, won't you pump this out your Speakerboxxx
I encourage my genuine friends to play this music loud from their speakers


Fuck the cops, we making noise and we won't stop
We defy the police, making loud and rebellious statements, and we will continue


Bump, bump, there goes the boom and it's gon' drop
There it is, the impact and excitement will follow


Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
I represent the traditional style, wearing large shoes without socks


We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock (yeah)
We possess weapons to intimidate foolish individuals, leading to their unavoidable consequences


They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Strudel, Mr. Poke 'Em with the Noodle
I am known by various nicknames like Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Strudel, and Mr. Poke 'Em with the Noodle


Mr. Cockerspanielle in your poodle, after school tutor
I have the ability to attract women and provide them with knowledge or assistance after school


Roto Rooter, addicted to follies
I engage in risky behaviors and enjoy foolishness


Like brown collies, stay soft fro grows
Similar to brown collies, I maintain my Afro hairstyle in a soft and appealing manner


Swimming in the fallopian of an Ethiopian
I engage in sexual activities with an Ethiopian woman which is symbolized metaphorically as swimming in her reproductive system


Talking a different language, RBI fly wide
Speaking in a unique manner, my 'runs batted in' (RBI) fly widely


Come to me now, '84 hard, '84 soft wi't me now
Approach me immediately, referring to the 1984 model of my car as both powerful and comfortable


Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit' me now, talk wit me now
Attractive women desire to accompany and have conversations with me now


Pussy pop for me now, sell cock for me now
Women display their sexual prowess, while men engage in the selling of their masculinity


Fight a bitch, hit her in the eye for me now
Get into an altercation with a woman, striking her in the eye on my behalf


See you when I see you, now I'm out wit' me now, yo
I will encounter you at a later time, for now, I am leaving


I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight
I will always remain successful, carrying a significant burden


Fuck wit' me dog, I chop you up like Norman Bates
Don't mess with me, or I will harm you severely (referencing Norman Bates from Psycho)


I'm true to this shit, I ain't new to this shit
I am genuinely committed to this lifestyle, I am not a novice


Over a million sold on strictly weed and bricks
I have sold over a million records, focusing primarily on drug-related themes


Flammable like gasoline when I'm lit up
I am highly energetic and explosive when motivated


I prefer my liquor dark and a mean white slut
I enjoy strong alcoholic beverages and assertive Caucasian women


It's over for you, cappin' ass rapper, get out the game
Your career as a fraudulent rapper is finished, leave the industry


You can fool the record labels but not the streets man
You may deceive the record labels, but the streets will always know the truth


I just tell it how I see it nigga, fact is fact
I express my perspective honestly, the truth remains undisputed


The first verse I ever wrote, I got a Platinum plaque
My initial piece of lyrical composition earned me a highly esteemed award


I've been to hell and back so nigga give me my props
I have experienced and overcome great challenges, so I deserve recognition


Konkrete and Big Boi beating through your Speakerboxxx, yeah
Konkrete and I, Big Boi, have a significant impact through the music we create


Ludacris, yeah I keep a glock, in case you like to leak a lot
Ludacris here, and I possess a firearm in case you tend to talk excessively


Meanwhile, cranking the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx (woo)
Simultaneously, I increase the volume on my speaker system (expressing excitement)


"So here he is, get the fuck on the ground"
Someone shouts, advising an individual to immediately lie down


Is just a phrase you might hear strolling through the A-Town (A-Town)
This is a common expression you may hear while walking around Atlanta


They don't believe I will stab them in the abdomen
People doubt my willingness to harm them in the stomach region


From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland (that's right)
From my hometown in Georgia to another place called College Park in Maryland


So put your fist up boy, you want to romp
Raise your fist, boy, if you desire to engage in a fun, energetic activity


You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped (woo)
You can dance the Bankhead Bounce or face physical aggression from the Eastside


Thinking way back before I got mine
Reflecting on the time before I achieved success


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


Been a while, it's my adrenaline, yes, ladies and gentleman (ugh)
It has been some time, my excitement levels are rising, addressing both women and men


A hundred thou', bitch, diamonds shimmering
Possessing a hundred thousand dollars, with diamonds sparkling


Catch me with a sack of Dro, reaching for the strap below
Find me with a bag of marijuana, while simultaneously accessing a firearm


I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
I am accompanied by promiscuous women, snacking on pistachios


Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
You all drive Subarus and remain confined to your office spaces


I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles
I am elevated, in a euphoric state, with remnants of marijuana under my fingernails


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 opt for a safe approach or take a risky chance for victory?


Around and take the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Navigate through the middle, through the crowd, towards the goal


Cranium overload, over throwed
My mind is overloaded, overwhelmed


Now we got seven more points on the board, for sure
Now we have obtained seven additional points in the game


B-I-G B-O-I, me oh my, I think he's blessing me
Big Boi, me, oh my, I believe he is granting me favor or good fortune


Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Thriving in melodic harmony, boy, we possess the secret formula for success


Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
Just like Ragu sauce, it is all there, offering you the finest aspects of my skills


Player, pimp, ganster, poet
I embody the qualities of a charmer, a controller of women, a gangster, and a poet


We goin spit it, we going show it to your ass
We will deliver our message and perform it with great intensity


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


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


They say, "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre"
People question if I, Big Boi, can succeed without my partner Dre


I say, "People, stop the madness 'cause me and Dre be okay"
I respond, urging people to cease their irrational thoughts because Dre and I will be fine


OutKast, Cell Therapy to cell division
OutKast, from the song Cell Therapy to this current point of separation


We just split it down the middle so you can see both the visions
We have divided it equally so that you can appreciate both perspectives


Been spitting it damn near ten years, why the fuck would be be quitting
We have been rapping for nearly ten years, why would we ever consider stopping


Fuck, nigga
Expression of frustration or annoyance




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Antwan Patton, Christopher Bridges, Cameron F. Gipp, Nathaniel Elder, Corey Andrews, James Patton

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