Outkast - Aquemini (1998) by Outkast (보컬) on maniadb.com

[Dre]
It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that's on that blow
that run up in yo' crib which contains
your lady and an 8 month old
child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but
they do not want to hear it because they'd
rather be bouncin' and shootin' and killin' and bouncin'
and shit get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas that think you soft
and say y'all be gospel rappin'
but they be steady clappin' when you talk about
bitches & switches & hoes & clothes & weed
let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin
somethin' mind unravelin' get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas who got them kids
who got enough to buy an ounce
but not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo
or to the park so they grow up in the dark never
seein' light so they end up being like yo' sorry ass
robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get down

Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
them niggas who get the wrong impression of expression
Then the question is Big Boi what's up with Andre?
Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay?
When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up?
Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you
you get down!

[Big Boi]
Man a nigga don't want no trouble
a playa just want to kick back with my gators off
and watch my lli'l girl blow bubbles
But still ready to rhyme
standin' my ground never back down
Willin' to rob steal & kill any thang that threatens mine
But good luck couldn't be bought see
many a fights had to be fought G
for a nigga to ride these Vogues
oh so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at
watch your side my nigga 'cause we got gats
the first nigga to buck gon' be the first nigga we attack
don't want that but it comes though
most of the time you don't know
Stickin' together like flour and water to make that
slow dough we worked for everything we have
and gon' stick up for each other like we
brothers from another mother
Kinda like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover
strictly for the Caddy lovers and never the
nut huggin' punk motherfuckers

(Hook)
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk

Verse 1:(Big Boi)
Many a day has passed, the night has gone by
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family
Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way
We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave
A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya
Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas
Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty
Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties
Damn we the committee gone burn it down
But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now

(Hook)

I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
To stimulate then activate the left and right brain
Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut
You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what
Thats one to live by or either that one to die to
I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure
Andre, got to her station here's my destination
She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours
Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it
But I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway
But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it
Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky
Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote
And I hope I never have to float in that boat
Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote
That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done
And we got a new joe in town
When the record player get to skippin and slowin down
All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then...

(Hook)
(Harmonica Solo)
(Hook til fade)

[Chorus: x2]
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin' like kangaroos
But skew it on the bar-be
We ain't trying to lose
Say 'I be got dammit they done changed the rules

The common denominator, the nigga numerator
Never know who the hater, niggaz cater to your ego
I'm sorry like Atari whose the cousin to Coleco, Vision
Caught a Rico, back on the street like Chico, DeBarge
He large and got a 'Llac in the garage
Few parts here and there, I declare hard, my lawd
One at Clark, one at Spellman
Both know each other and it's cool, you can tell when
He step off in the party women jump for joy
But all the wild niggas schemin' they gon' jump the boy
For spittin' all that bourgeois, my watch, my car
I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far

[Chorus: x2]

Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso
Grow hydro, then bag it up yo
Price that longevity, suggest make moves
Slow take time grow eight, react nine blow
Hydro slide raw like fuck Renaldo
Fly ride though, shit lookin' wild dope
Then glide yo, flippin' the page, I go
Watch five-oh, jump on my meat, ride slow
Watch those, undercovers, cop those, rock those, glocks blows
Leave em baggy and collect spot grows
Keep a watch froze, lean on the yacht and wash clothes
Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what?

[Chorus: x2]

Boi, I bust raps like D-boys bust gats, shit
We the type of people that don't bury the axe
Or the hatchet, every time we see your link we snatch it
Ridin' round our hood talking that dumb shit, your cabbage
Is cracked, like plumber's ass, and summer's grass
I been in the game for a minute, seen some suckers like y'all passin'
Thinkin' you're light skinned, alright then, lil' boy why you frightened?
The Dungeon Family gon' be here nigga so keep writing
I gotta hit The Source, I need my other half a mic
Because that "Southerplayalisticadillacmuzik" was a classic, right!
College Park, East Pointe and Decatur they got my back, so
We gon' keep on jammin' and stabbin' off in the track,
Think it's time to bungee but buddy we will be back
And I'm fin' to put some D's on the 'Llac, know dat!

[Chorus: x2]

Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

Now is the time to get on like
Spike Lee said
get on the bus go get your work
and keep your beeper
chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust
or cornstarch
familiar with that smack man
The music is like
that green stuff
provided to you by sack man
Pac man how in the fuck do
you think we gon' do that man
Ridin' round Old National on
18's without no gat man
I'm strapped man & ready to
bust on any nigga like that man
Me & my nigga we roll together
like Batman & Robin
we prayed together
through hard times
and swung hard
when it was fitting
But now we tappin' the brakes
from all them corners
that we be bending in
Volkswagens & Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga
don't get no wood grain
steering wheel for real
you can go on chill
out & still build
let your paper stack instead
of going into overkill
pay ya fuckin beeper bill bitch
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

Twice upon a time there
was a boy who died twice
and lived happily ever after
but that's another chapter
live from home of the brave
with dirty dollars
beauty parlors & baby bottles
& bowling ball Impalas
street scholars that's majoring
in culinary arts
You know how to work bread
cheese & dough
from scratch but see the catch
is you can get caught
Know what ya sellin'
what ya bought so
cut that big talk
Let's walk to the bridge now
meet me halfway
now you may see some children
dead off in the pathway
it's them poor babies walkin'
slowly to the candy lady
It's lookin' bad need some hope
like the words maybe
if or probably more than a hobby
when my turntables get wobbly
they don't fall
I'm sorry y'all I often drift
I'm talkin' gift
so when it comes you never
look the horse inside it's gril
of course you know I feel like
the bearer of bad news
Don't want to be it
but it's needed so what have you
Now question is every nigga
with dreads for the cause
Is every nigga with golds
for the fall Naw
So don't get caught
in appearance
it's Outkast Aquemini
another Black experience

Okay
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

The name is Big Boi
Daddy Fat Sax
the nigga that
like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets
'cause these streets is
where my folks at
Better know that some say
we problack boy we professional
we missed a lot of church
so the music is our confessional
Get off the
testicles & the nut sacks
you bust a rhyme we bust back
Get get back for real niggas
that's out
here tryin' to spit facts
You hear dat can't come near
dat maybe you need to quit
because Aquemini is
Aquarius & Gemini runnin'
shit like this
My mind warps and bends
floats the wind count to ten
meet the twin Andre Ben
welcome to the lion's den
original skin many
men comprehend
I extend myself so
you go out & tell a friend
Sin all depends on
what you believing in
Faith is what you make it
that's the hardest
shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right
on in wit' yo' kin
look again 'cause I swear
I spot one every now & then
It's happenin' again wish
I could tell you when
Andre this is Andre y'all
just gon' have to make amends
Even the sun goes down heroes
eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and
sometimes y
nothin' is for sure nothin'
is for certain nothin'
lasts forever
But until they
close the curtain
it's him & I Aquemini

{andre benjamin *(talkin)* geogre clinton *(singin)*}
everybodys got opinions
on the way your livin
but see they cant fill your shoes
life is full of half illusions *(illusions)*
blue modems and confusion *(confusion)*
whatevers left im using to keep myself from losin, ya!
you dont know what ive been thro *(oooh)*
hell i might go thro you *(ghetto boy that, wont eat, tonight)*
uh-oh, oh no-oahohh *(that little boy just wanna eat tonight)*
hey hey *(he scuffles with her boty and her face)* hey hey
and mm-mmmmmmm *(mom im seekin that sir tea and some soup yea)*
all in all its all in my head

{Big Boi}
you know its that high guy, from East P.I.
spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me
boi how you gon handle me?!~?*
you want me to lolligaga and talk that bullshit?!
i refuse to play so im gon speak that southern good shit!
that harder than yo hood shit, lil shit
that make yall niggaz think about the trigger
before you pull it, on liquor stores or banks
them folks gotmore then enough bullets to put that ass off
in the slang, dont clame no gang, we the niggaz,
that did "that aint no thing but a chicken wang"
but still tho, how you gon play a nigga like a dildo
we outkast til its over, barbeque and never mildo
for real bro!

{some lady}
"in tonights news, 20th century tecchnology:
has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far?
Einstein or Frankenstein?
Dr Scholls or Dr Jeckel and Mr Hyde?
are we diggin into new ground...
or diggin our own graves? story at 11"

{George Clinton}
valley girls are horny tonight *(ooooooh)*
fuzzy logic, their public virginity *(oooooooh)*
oooooooh oooooooh ooh.......*(synthesizer)*
oooooooh oooooooh ooh.......*(synthesizer)*

concieved under the influence of toxic wasted doctors
computer buggin debuggin device-a and vice versa
and various viruses
performing the laser light precision and verbal incision
for a lingustic ballistic lobotmy
mind-fuckin you, a psycho-sodomy
of the medula oblongata
accept your mind down your spine and out your behind!
fuck you

{andre benjamin}
synthesizer, microwave me
give me a drug so i can make 7 babies
pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up?
please make my life appear like aint no thing as bad luck
my nose aint right think ill get a new one
just take you 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
cuz 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 crits, new, improved, hurry hurry, rush rush, world on the move
mariguana illegal but ciggarattes cool
i might LOOK kinda funny but i aint no fool
now if you wanna synthesize i emp-athize
now if you wanna synthesize i emp-athize
but if you synthesize ill understand
your synthesizer man

{George Clinton}
ghetto boy horny tonight
SCSI with a booty in the cage
problem sinkin down and stretchin out
so sleepy, playin safe in cyberspace
*(synthesizer)*
cybersexy wendy *(synthesizer)*
web walkin in the nude
digital good time, digital good time
get a lapdance on your laptop
while your laptops 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
fuzzy logic, its groovy.......

{backbone}
from front to back street, listen, we on a mission
to get right, workin street corner in the midnight
picture the scene, these feinds w/fire
10 $ dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that
im with whateva like wheatstraw
stuck servin my cocaine raw
stop 62 off the brick, jump back
20 over now thats more money to get
slick, we fin to LICK on this corner without gettin caught
but time, keep a sleepin and money gettin short
plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow sangin *(fuck him)*
that why he ride thro the hole w/the do swingin
but i make moves -- shake them tricks up they shoestrings
be more precise when we do things
cuz life like shakin the dice, but i buck back twice
like 5--deuce, fo -trey, okay

im strickly dressin dirty dirty
gone represent it to the t-top
born and bred up on the street top
and forever hollerin "hootie hoo"
when we see cops
im strickly dressin dirty dirty
gone represent it to the t-top
born and bred up on the street top
get to the money and the sweet spot
and forever hollerin "hootie hoo"
when we see cops

{big boi}
sheyit
cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them $s and cents
they get in a slump like baseball players
when they short on they rent
anything gion you aint knowin how much money YOU spent
but in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
who hang around you cuz you be buyin all the weed
and ALL the chicken
feedin everybody, smokin em out
when you was broke tho they was missin
now you ridin bout fo deep startin to tear up YOU suspension
and your baby mamma on child support
my fault, forgot to mention
you dont even have a checkin account
wasnt thinkin about no pension
i used to work at Steak -n- Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen
had determination and graduated
now i got the whole rap world fascinated
i wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so i made it
continue to sell dope, its payin the bills so you gon do it
but legislation got this new policy
3 strikes and youre ruined.......now where your crew at?
yea.......

im strickly dressin dirty dirty
gone represent it to the t-top
born and bred up on the street top
and forever hollerin "hootie hoo"
when we see cops
im strickly dressin dirty dirty
gone represent it to the t-top
born and bred up on the street top
get to the money and the sweet spot
and forever hollerin "hootie hoo"
when we see cops

{cool breeze}
ay
me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin em slabs
we better watch what we doin and look out for Joe Nab
and quit re'in-up and standin on this same old block
before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot
niggaz talkin cuz they makin some flow
but still aint did nuttin that int been done befo
you cant be tryin to showcase, just put it down for your spot
and improvise and work with that little you got
so i think when i finish sellin my last sack
imma take some of this money, go and give some back
cuz people wont forget about the time you gave, know what im sayin?
and start thinkin bout a path to pave

im strickly dressin dirty dirty
gone represent it to the t-top
born and bred up on the street top
get to the money and the sweet spot
and forever hollerin "hootie hoo"
when we see cops
im strickly dressin dirty dirty
gone represent it to the t-top
born and bred up on the street top
get to the money and the sweet spot
and forever hollerin "hootie hoo"
when we see cops

[Big Boi]
February 1st 1975 it happened
Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin
My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen
My daddy was sellin that sack now he's gots responsibilities
Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work
and she couldn't watch my every move so shit I started servin
Around Frazier Home down in the West Side projects
Changin over foodstamps and hittin a lick was next see
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed East
So flyin, or floatin, a Brougham is what I'm sportin
Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin in slow motion boi
So meet me deep in the streets that's where I learned the capers
Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers
I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket
But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me
They want to be me and my family too
Because the money that I make be puttin cable off in every room
So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies
It's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me
But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit
And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck
Because the West Side ain't takin no shorts on the dime
So fire it up
Chorus:
Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch
Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
(like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop)
Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch
Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm!
(and it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)
See, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains
Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change
They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul
Been wearin furry Kangol's, so that shit is old
You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent
Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent
You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk
as long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang
Cause the niggaz in the Pointe ain't changed, main
You might call us country, but we's only Southern
And I don't give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another
Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end)

(Masada)
Mahogany team queens up on the rise
Be careful, watch your back, blackbirds don't wear disguise
How we comin, comin hard.. camels too slow
Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what?)
The game is hot you could never be a winner
Just begun a game so considered a beginner
Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say
Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay
I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, offa loud gun shot licks
Fuck stones and sticks, loudmouths get nicks
This life is plus I be the bill-be-board, Scarface want
italiano, I'm the real McCoy, nigga what?
Can't be a joke I've been through too many games
Niggaz laugh, but my expression wasn't hardly the same
Show me respect cause it's due, you keep the fear
cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you

Mamacita, papadonna (4X)

(Andre Benjamin)
Yo, now
You and your nigga shit shaky
And at the time your heart feel down and broke like Achy Breaky
Lump in your throat, feel like a trachea, oh dummy
The pain that's in your chest done made it's way
down to your tummy, you wide open, you start smokin wit ya girl
She nigga bashin sayin you don't need em in your world
Niggaz all dogs? If niggaz all dogs, then what you call broads?
Felines in heat, meowin for some yarn balls
Now you and hear done got to drankin
Oh now it's really crunk, cause y'all silly drink
and your girl done got to thinkin
She talkin bout, "Girl you look so beautiful"
You say thank you bein nice you try to change the subject
Want some beans and rice? But she's back at you like a pit
mixed with a chihuahua how much meaner can you get?
Don't let her have her way with you she's gonna have a fit
You're the candy apple of her eye and bout to get bit
here's what you do -- you
grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall
Say, "Bitch don't ever disrespect me never not at all"
These simple words can put a pause to half of the applause
Them black ball laws of balance at all cost

Mamacita, papadonna (4X)

(WitchDoctor)
Que pasa, que pasa? Check this out
Quiet nights like this, might twist one for the moda
on the balcony, I got a sofa
Nights like this is perfect, for this Spanish Fly
Can you come over, somethin, I wanna show ya
Told ya once we was gon' take a trip, touch you
with my lips where you like it, it's time, don't fight it
Piggy-back ride to the sofa, in the microwave
I got your favorite Stouffer's, lasagna, that's how much
I want ya, fuck flowers
The ceremony starts from the shower with the water
I got somebody's daughter in the Doctor headquarters, chillin
Prepare for this sex drillin, she said somethin in Spanish
Got me feelin mannish, me and you fin' ta vanish
real quick, feel this shit, got cheese, tryin to make cheese
to get you pregnant overseas
Maybe make sho' that's my seed
Quiet nights like this, bachelor like me is single
Talkin to you Miss Bilingual
Let's mingle in the crowd, watch them show, pop some Moet
Tryin to get you so wet, never been to Spain
Never been a lame, horny, ever since I been a tiny
Fuckin with niggaz with ageless bodies
Talkin to me, while I squeeze it bare
Let me talk to you while I run my fingers through your hair

Mamacita, papadonna (4X)

(Big Boi)
Friday night boi, breakin the old school out, boi we cruisin
Bout fo' niggaz and fo' hoes, it ain't gon be nobody losin
but they choosin
Better get in where you fit in cause it's crucial
I'm tryin to cut bout two of them girls
cause that just what I'm used to
I mean that, the first that look my way
just gon' get splack packed
To the front to the back there's Cognac
Got my throat, burnin like burlap
Everybody cheezin, knowin these hoes gon' cut like pleasers
These hookers they praisin my crew
like Reverend Hodo be praisin Jesus
The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a beanie
she thought we was some motherfuckin genies
So I checked her, like the king I am, no disrespect intended
Told her, and her silly friends,
"Get out" before they got offended
To the Laquinta we went, layin them hoes down
on the freestyle tip, geyeah!

Mamacita, papadonna (8X)

Permecito, senorita, mamacita
Mira mira, what's your name? Maria
Same as mi tia, de Colombia
I don't, in Atlanta, Georgia
And you don't think I got nuttin for ya?
You must be crazy
I'm out here tryin to feed my baby
Lil Bre, can't you see? Sheeyit
Do it one more time, sheeyit

damn, damn, damn James

dickie shorts and lincoln's clean,
leaning checking out the scene
gangsta boys bligga's lit,
riding out talking shit
nigga where you wanna go,
you know the club don't close til four
let's party til we can't no more,
watch out here come the folks

as the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
reminiscent of charles,
a lil' disco-tech nestled in the ghettos
of niggaville, USA via Atlanta,
georgia, a lil' spot where
young men and young women
go to experience they first lil'
taste of nightlife, me?
well, I've never been there,
well perhaps once
but I was so engulfed in the E
I never made it to the door
you speak of hard core
while the dj sweating out all the problems
and troubles of the day
while this fine bow-legged girl
fine as all outdoors
lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
competing with set it off in the right
but it all blends perfectly, let the liquor tell it
hey, hey look baby, they playin' our song
and the crowd goes wild
as if holyfield has just won the fight
but in actuality it's only about 3 am
and three niggas just done got hauled off
in the ambulance (sliced up)
two niggas done start bustin'
(wham, wham)
and one nigga done took his shirt off
talkin' bout
now who else wanna fuck
with hollywood cold?
it's just my interpretation of the situation

damn, damn, damn James
Yes, when I first met
my spottieottiedopaliscious angel
I can remember that damn thang
like yesterday
the way she moved remined me
of a brown stallion horse with skates on
you know, smooth like a hot comb on
nappy ass hair
I walked up on her
and was almost paralyzed
her neck was smelling sweeter
than a plate of yams with extra syrap
eyes beaming like four carats apiece
just blinding a nigga
felt like i chiefed
a whole O of that presidential
my heart was beating so damn fast
never knowing this moment
would bring another life into this world
funny how shit come together sometimes
(ya dig)
one moment you frequent the booty clubs
and the next four years
you and somebody's daughter
rising y'all own young'n
now that's a beautiful thang,
that's if you're on top of your game
and man enough to handle
real life situations (that is)
can't gamble feeding baby
on that dope money
might not always be sufficient,
but the united parcel service
and the people at the post office,
didn't call you back because you got
cloudy piss, so now you back
in the trap just that, trapped
go and marinate on that for a minute

[T-Mo]
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Many a bitch, represents, and is led
Whichever way no I'm not gay
and really don't give a fuck bout what you doing
Long as I pave the way
for my SouthWest GA warriors
To come in packs, to feed, taking what we need
to succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road
We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory
Makin our life one big story to tell
Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body
I got proof, I'm not scared

If you scared, say you scared

[Gipp]
Who's scared?
In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant
The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me?
Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy
Polished to shine, the season to rhyme
Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground
Been looking for love, now I bubble like suds
Others flew sky high, while others were duds
Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods
Situation they change, like faces and names
Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame
Man down or not, man plans or plots
Give a fuck what you think, we ain't moving out this spot
And I'm out

If you scared, say you scared

[Andre Benjamin]
Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense
Niggas on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint)
At age fifteen they start smoking Billy Clint'
Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went
Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed
Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped
Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack
was introduced to Hispanic communities and blacks
But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention
Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it
Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded
You scared, she scared, they scared, I said
they scared they scared to talk about it
bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it * repeats and fades *

If you scared, say you scared

[Big Boi]
February 1st, 1975's my birthdate
The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday
I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank
But if you see me on the Ave, you betta believe I tote that shank
So what y'all though bruh?
I gotta protect my name and what we fought for
Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer
No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings
Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning
The intro, the Goodie we kinfolk, nigga it's fin to jump off
But now it's time I lay low
cause I believe the track goin' cut off
Psych, the track is bumping like pussies on some dykes
So if you scared say you scared cause everybody can die tonight
Cause my heart don't pump no Slushee
You touch my niggas you touch me
I blow up the microphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me
Yeah

[Khujo]
Heat'll make anything move
Even Tyson, can get laid down, with this tool
Just cause the name say Goodie, you take us for fools
out they rabbit ass mind, don't give me mine, I go off like mines
blowing suckers to smithereens, we was never folks
If we fell out over this lil' cream
Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams
We live like Kings, and die like fucking men
I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down
Ain't no opening up shop, we already established
You lap dogging, we boss hogging
Grown men, don't beg for attention
Keep wishin, high heels clicking
Paper champions, leaving with they feet behind
Zap em for the pumpkin, at twelve
on the bottom bunk, holla at me
Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya
Slain dead, devils, don't have enough to purchase my essence
in the head, missing ounces, zip code, eight miles
Suckers, think I got they package
but they still eating moo-moo, oink-oink
and fowl-fowl-fowl-fowl [Repeats]

The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it
So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo.B.
still standing for something while y'all falling for nothing
Stop dying over this lil' concrete and lil' paper
We get this shit together our power's enormous
You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth
You scared, you scared, say you scared!

Shit man
Nigga gotta go on the got down
Get the shit straight when I got damn get out
Well shit
This what really goin down

Whassup my nigga another day the same shit
Punk-ass C.O.'s on a nigga dick
Got me up at three o'clock cookin nappy grits
I'm a G from C.P. I can't take the shit
Tryin to hold a nigga down in this country ass town
I'm used to smokin chronic movin pounds
They got a nigga on some "Sir, yessir, left right left"
Throw me in a hole if my ass outta step
They treat you like a motherfuckin slave
Dopefiends, cryin Jesus, swear they saved
Niggaz better get they game tight
Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights
I'm surrounded by fake-ass crooks
They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they books
I hear so many lies it make me sick
These niggaz called ballers sellin dimes and licks
I can't wait til the day they let me go
So I can eat some steak and shrimp
grab a mic, and bust a flow
I'm Audi 5 nigga lights out
Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out

I'm out man

And there's a, and there's a
And there's a, and there's a, finnne.. linnne
Too late to pray that I'm on it..

Ya, yeah, yeahhhh

[OutKast]
Y'all, uh-huh, y'all

[Andre Benjamin]
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby I'm on it..
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby I'm on it..
Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see
That's Liberation and baby I want it..
Can't worry bout, what anotha nigga think
Now that's Liberation and baby I want it..

[Big Boi]
(Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those)
How many times I, sit back and contemplate
I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm tellin my story..
My relationship, with my folks is give and take
And I done took so much, not givin my glory
Now have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me (yes she did)
I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left uppa to me, and my momma n'em told me

[Cee-Lo]
No, nooo, noooooooo
I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty days.. heyyy
Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe
To make you believe, I'd give my life awayyyy
Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired
My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my owwwwn
All on my owwwwn, weeeeeee..
We alive or we ain't livin, that's why I'm givin until it's gone
Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone)
I don't wanna be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee
If there's anything I can say, to help you find your way
Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I..
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
that you die.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
But people keep your head to the skyyyyy

[singers in background over interlude]
Shake that load off, shake that load off (16X)

[Erykah Badu]
Folk in your face, you're a superstar
Niggaz hang around cause of who you are
You get a lot of love cause of what you got
Say they happy for you but they really not
Sell a lot of records and you roll a benz
Swoll up in the spot, now you losin friends
All you wanna do is give the world your heart
Record label tried to make you compromise your art
You make a million dollars, make a million mo'
First class broad treat you like a nigga po'
You wanna say "Wait!" but you're scared to ask
as your world starts spinning and it's moving fast
Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame
Spending your life trying to numb the pain
You shake that load off and sing your song
Liberate the minds, then you go on home..

[Big Rube]
I must admit, they planted a lot of things
in the brains and the veins of my strain
Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
From them whores, from the flame
From a post in the game
Makes it hard to maintain focus
They're from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
Cause it's a hard row to hoe
if your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
And the ground just dry
But the roots are strong, so some survive
So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries
You got more juice than Zeus
Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten
Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
Melanin silicon and collagen injected
Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started
We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
unless you lookin at the canvas of life
and not through the peephole of mortality
Single minded mentality
Gettin over on loopholes
Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities
Clickin your heels, scared to bust how you feel
Pack the steel
Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe
I don't we in Kansas no mo' though
Midwest or Dirty South
Clean dressed or dirty mouth
Whether robbin preachers or killin Poor Righteous Teachers
You a scared demon
Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble
Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
Though the man on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethern happen
Just by rappin..
LIBERTAD..

Yo, this is my story, this is my song
And to them rudypoots don't attempt to try this at home
It's just a poem until y'all learn right from wrong
Know when to bless a situation, when to grab the chrome
But it's back on, another stormy night in Atlanta, Georgia
Overcast, but on behalf of Outkast, I cordially
Invite you to an emotion filled theater
Bring your umbrella cause young fella it gets no weirder

[Chorus]
We reign, reign supreme, preme, dungeon, dungeon kings
Do you know what it brings rats, mice, snakes up out of they hole
Chonkyfire, spliced with rock n'roll indubitably, piper pied
Now hold on my brother no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride

You are now about entering the fifth dimension of ascension
Our only intention is to take you high
High, yeah, yeah my lord

[Big Boi]
To make one bob they head would be the track job
Tour job's to spit that fire
Some of y'all MC's take this rhyming for granted I won't comply
With that slacking, popping and cracking 4th ward way we snapping
They won't that hardness that oddness that gets a nigga to start this
What's happening, see if do what yo won't do today boy
Will I live tomorrow like you can't even live cause you strayed
Motivational skills lacking, when I see you nigga packing
Understand that though, you behind a $75,000 car do'
But you still stay with mom though playing the King like Don doe
You chocked up, you was the nigga that supposed to be locked up
Makin them thick Hip Hop is dead, exhume the body if you ain't scared
And if I see you in the streets I'd dap you down like you was Greg

[Chorus]