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Cool Aid

The Movement
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Kool-Aid is a terrible thing to waste You lie around and listen to the sound Of the neighborhood children on the playground You back away from what makes us afraid 'Cause nothing means that much anymore anyway Back in the day we knew we had it made But didn't even know the flavor of the Kool-Aid Now we back away from what makes us afraid 'Cause nothing means that much anymore anyway It's red, it's blue, it's sunk its teeth in you The time's ticking, if you only knew But I know it's true, and so I beg of you To bring the music back and give the rest to you So pump out the treble, pump out the bass Stick out your fat ass and come take a taste Put on my CD and you'll poker face Your Kool-Aid is a terrible thing to waste Yo, so many colors and flavors, tell me how do I savor the favor Of giving all my Kool-Aid to you? I'm marinating with you, I'm conversating with you I never met ya, I bet I slay harder than you Forget I'm smarter than you, quick to elevate to higher ground Look at what I'm living, yo, doesn't matter anyhow And anyway, any day, anybody wanna say "Yo, we never move, Gladys, step aside, let ya play" Now when you're finished laughing, thinking they with us I stand stout like a glass of Guinness, quickly diminish Any fucking MC who wants to battle with me From Kool-Aid to Hi-C, dog, we rocking it, G Numerous hues, orange, yellows, purples and blues I play ballistically, call up my shit, taste will amuse Time for you choose, better let loose 'fore you get sprayed And fill the holes in your body with shots of Kool-Aid Open wide, buddy You lie around and listen to the sound Of the neighborhood children on the playground You back away from what makes us afraid 'Cause nothing means that much anymore anyway Back in the day we knew we had it made But didn't even know the flavor of the Kool-Aid Now we back away from what makes us afraid 'Cause nothing means that much anymore anyway It's orange and yellow, all becoming mellow Look it in the eye, step back and say hello Listen to me bellow like a bass or a cello Maybe alcoholic, but a fine fresh fellow So drop out the treble, pump out the bass Stick out your fat ass and come take a taste Put on my CD and you'll poker face Your Kool-Aid is a terrible thing to waste Go and grab your neighbor He can be the same buzz and you can be the flavor This pinkish green, ice becoming mean Zip it down slow, disrupt the whole scene Yes, I might be a fiend, but so fresh and so clean OutKast is blasted to the outer ring So pump out the treble, pump out the bass Stick out your fat ass and come take a taste Put on my CD and you'll poker face Your Kool-Aid is a terrible thing to waste You lie around and listen to the sound Of the neighborhood children on the playground You back away from what makes us afraid 'Cause nothing means that much anymore anyway Back in the day we knew we had it made But didn't even know the flavor of the Kool-Aid Now we back away from what makes us afraid 'Cause nothing means that much anymore anyway He can be the same buzz and you can be the flavor Nice to know ya, but you're biting on my flow And now you're sipping on my Kool-Aid Nice to know ya, but you're biting on my flow And now you're sipping on my Kool-Aid Nice to know ya, but you're biting on my flow And now you're sipping on my Kool-Aid Nice to know ya, but you're biting on my flow And now you're sipping on my Kool-Aid Sipping on my Kool-Aid Sipping on my Kool-Aid Sipping on my Kool-Aid Sipping on my Kool-Aid Sipping on my Kool-Aid