Outkast
"Synthesizer"

featuring George Clinton 

Intro: Andre Benjamin and George Clinton *singing* 

Everybody's got opinions 
on the way you're living 
But see they can't fill your shoes 
Life is made of half illusion (illusion) 
Forty percent confusion (confusion) 
Whatever's left I'm using to keep myself from losing, yea 
You don't know what I've been through (oooh) 
Hell I might go through you (ghetto boy that, won't eat, tonight) 
Uh-oh, oh no-oahohh (that little boy just wanna eat tonight) 
Hey hey (he scuffles with her booty and her face) hey hey 
And mm-mmmmmm (mom I'm seekin that sir tea and some soup yea) 
All in all it's all in my head 

Verse One: Big Boi 

You know it's that high guy, from East P.I. 
Spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me 
boi how you gonna handle me? 
You want me to lolligag and talk that bullshit? 
I refuse to play so I'm gon' speak that Southern good shit 
That harder than yo' hood shit, lil' shit 
that make y'all niggaz think about the trigger 
before you pull it, on liquor stores and banks 
Them folks got more than enough bullets to put that ass 
off in the slang, don't claim no gang, we the niggaz 
that did that "Ain't No Thang But a Chicken Wang" 
But still though, how you gonna play a nigga like dildo 
We OutKast til it's over, barbeque and never mildo 
For real bro 

"In tonight's news, 20th century technology: 
has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far? 
Einstein or Frankenstein? 
Dr. Scholl's, or Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? 
Are we digging into new ground, 
or digging our own graves? Story at 11" 

Verse Two: George Clinton 

Valley girls are horny tonight (synthesizer) 
Fuzzy logic, their pubic virginity (synthesizer) 
Ooooh oooh ooh .. (synthesizer) 
Ooooh oooh ooh .. (synthesizer) 

Conceived under the influence of toxic wasted doctors 
Computer buggin debuggin device-a and vice versa 
and various viruses 
Performing with laser light precision and verbal incision 
For a lingustic ballistic lobotomy 
Mind-fuckin you, a psycho-sodomy 
of the medula oblongata 
Accept your mind down your spine and out your behind 
Fuck you 

Verse Three: Andre Benjamin 

Synthesizer, microwave me 
Give me a drug so I can make seven babies 
Pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up 
Please make my life appear 
like ain't no such thing as bad luck 
My, nose ain't right 
Like I need a new one 
Just take your pick, a yellow red 
A black or a blue one 
Virtual reality, virtual, BULLSHIT 
Synthesizer preachers can reach you 
up in the pulpit 
Who a bitch? 
Give me my gat so I can smoke this nigga 
Tell his mamma not to cry 
because they can clone him quicker 
than it took his daddy to make him 
Niggaz bitin verbatim 
Thought provokin records radio never played dem 
Instant, quick grits, new, improved 
Hurry hurry, rush rush, world on the move 
Marijuana illegal but ciggarettes cool 
I might LOOK kinda funny but I ain't no fool 
Now if you wanna synthesize I emp-athize 
Now if you wanna synthesize I emp-athize 
But if you synthesize I will understand 
your synthesizer man 

Verse Four: George Clinton 

Ghetto boy horny tonight 
SCSI with a booty in a cage 
Problem sinkin down and stretchin out 
so sleepy, playing safe in cyberspace 
(synthesizer) 
Cybersexy Wendy (synthesizer) 
Web walkin in the nude 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Said she'd lapdance on your laptop 
while your laptop's in your lap 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Cybersexy Wendy 
Web walkin in the nude 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Said she'd tapdance on your laptop 
while your laptop's in your lap 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Cybersexy Wendy 
Web walkin in the nude 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Digital good time, digital good time