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yeah, yeah
atliens style on y’all -ss
do or die, aquemini
killer mike, roc-a-fella collaboration, holla

young hov’ in the place to be
big boi in the place to be
(young)
andre 3000 shout out to public housin’
(cash, b-tch)
i brought the whole hood with me
(holla)

you got red dirt in your afro
young hov’ in the place to be
(yeah)
outkast in the place to be
(yeah)

did you ever think that you would be the n-gg- on the block?
didn’t have to break a steerin’ column, didn’t have to cook a rock
a d-mn goodie two-shoes that what they call ya
never judge a person or a book by it’s covers

just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner
you never took the time out, examine yourself boi
are you black, white, asian?
indonesian or borean that’s black and korean

we on the same team if we breathin’
i jumped off the subject to see if you was seein’
that we drop a little science off in every verse
they put that p.a. sticker on it ’cause they scared we gon’ curse

but the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured
any hour, any cipher, any way to any height
because i might just snap on a f-ck–ss n-gg-
might clap a cap at a sucka–ss n-gg-

in the meantime, daddy fatsacks gon’ chill out
he might just, pull out his pistol
and let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence
superman to clark kent, you better be way harder

than the park bench to start this
marcus, jason, my little brother james
all my brothers from my momma but andre is just the same
ain’t no uno, we a duo, deuce dos to a pair

a player stiffen the compet-tion
pressed like levi’s and toughskins, one minus one
negative one minus negative one is nothin’
bustin’ d-boy raps and player poems

the ‘kast sh-t ain’t plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
and rock the crowd original material while you bore ’em
your live show consists of everybody’s sh-t but you’re-uns
do your own sh-t, in your live show
(bitin’ -ss n-gg-)

young hov’ in the place to be
big boi in the place to be
(young)
andre 3000 shout out to public housin’
(cash, b-tch)
i brought the whole hood with me
(holla)
(yeah, yeah)

young hov’ in the place to be
big boi in the place to be
(young)
andre 3000 shout out to public housin’
(cash, b-tch)
i brought the whole hood with me
(holla)
(yeah, yeah)

penelope ann cruz couldn’t snooze
with her, “eyes wide shut” before i asked to hit her gut
if you brunette, “legally blonde”, i might respond
take you to, swan lake and beyond

antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap on
i switch the flow so quick you cannot fathom
i take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
and try to grab one line or sentence

rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist
and give him a clean bill of health
wealth might make you look good but you sound like sh-t
and your team lookin’ sh-tty to death

my n-gg- big boi said, watch ’em as they gawk and they gander
you can follow or lead like commander picard
you can have, “the whole world”
or be satisfied with the boulevard, over stand

this young player’s rhyme
i foregoed the crime and i focused on rhyme
focused on every word and line
like a young c-ssius clay in his prime

i was born to talk sh-t and prove mine and i’m
the epitome of raw rhyme
got signed, got serious about the craft
of raw rhyme and i got mine, aquemini’s

murderous monster move minds
did it so hard that it oughta be a crime
when you see i’m comin’ holla one-time, holla one-time
when you see i’m comin’ holla one-time
(one-time)

young hov’ in the place to be
big boi in the place to be
(young)
andre 3000 shout out to public housin’
(cash, b-tch)
i brought the whole hood with me
(holla)
(yeah, yeah)

young hov’ in the place to be
big boi in the place to be
(young)
andre 3000 shout out to public housin’
(cash, b-tch)
i brought the whole hood with me
(holla)
(yeah, yeah)

don’t, you, like, to groove
in your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
to run yo’ tennis shoes

don’t, it, matter to you
that outkast we got that slump for y’all
keep that funk for y’all

when i’m in the mood, i rock the s dot tennis shoes
at the interlude, i got the gucci flip-flops
and i, fix it up like gin and juice when i’m them interviews
dudes wanna know what he copped

and where you got that and how could they buy that
where the million dollar watch at, stop that
why that, why this, n-gg-z wanna hijack the flyness
i’m on a whole ‘nother plane

a whole different lane, a whole ‘nother game that i’m playin’
understand what i’m sayin’
hov’ and outkast, whatchu think about that?
really don’t matter though what you n-gg-z chatter though

anybody get out of line then you trust
that the mac’ll go br-r-r-ap, got you killed for that alone
back on the sh-t, back on the strip
another hit i’m not gon’ miss

don’t, you, like, to groove
in your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
to run yo’ tennis shoes

don’t, it, matter to you
that outkast we got that slump for y’all
keep that funk for y’all

- speakerboxxx

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