Ahhhh.. I stank I can, I stank I can
The funky engine that could
Oooo oooo yosky, wosky, pisky, wisky
All aboard the Stankonia Express
The underground smell road
Everybody's lookin' for an excuse to let loose
What's your locomotive, the chatta nigga choo choo?

Humble as a mumble in the jungle
of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams

Humble as a mumble in the jungle
of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams

Back on the microphone, your number one controller
I rock the microphone like a blizzard;
I'm so cold I'm tryin' to hold ya
Life is like a great big roller coaster
Everything in life don't happen like it's suppose to
Trials and tribulations make you stronger live longer
You wanna reach the nation nigga start from ya corner
Everything in life don't always happen like you plan it
Demand it; over stand it then you handle it
Fuck wishing you, you missing the ambition on your mission
Now you switching why you quitting 'cause it's heated in the kitchen
Sloppy slipping in your pimping nigga
You either pistol whoop the nigga or you choke the trigger
You've got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams
"No Weapon Formed Agains Prospers" 54:17
From Isaiah lay a nigga down and spray 'em
If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards you've gotta play 'em

Humble as a mumble in the jungle
of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams

Humble as a mumble in the jungle
of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams

Too Democratic, Republic fuck it
We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket
Blue-collar scholars, who'll take your dollar and wipe my ass wit it
You livin for the lotto never hit it
I met a critic, I made her shit her drawers
She said she thought hip-hop was only guns and alcohol
I said "Oh hell naw!" But yet it's that too
You can't discrimi-hate cause you done read a book or two
What if I looked at you in a microscope, saw all the dirty organisms
living in your closet would I stop and would I pause it? Whoo!
To put that bitch in slower motion, got the potion and the antidote
And a quote for collision the decision.. is,
do you want to live or wanna exist?
The game changes everyday so obsolete is the fist and marches
Speeches only reaches those who already know about it
This is how we go about it

Humble as a mumble in the jungle
of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams

Humble as a mumble in the jungle
of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams

I'm wild just like a rock, a stone, a tree
And I'm free, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I flow, just like a brook, a stream, the rain
And I fly, just like a bird up in the sky
And I'll surely die, just like a flower plucked
And dragged away and thrown away
And then 1 day it turns to clay
It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds its way
And there it lays until the rain and sun
Then I breathe, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I grow, just like a baby breastfeeding
And it's beautiful, that's life and that's life
And that's life and that's life

Humble as a mumble in the jungle
of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams

Humble as a mumble in the jungle
of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams

Humble as a mumble in the jungle
of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've gotta re-route my dreams
Y'all can't harm me, it's over

Writer : SHEATS, DAVID A/UNKNOWN CO-WRITER
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing