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  • (feat. Killer Mike, Jay-Z)

    [Big Boi] Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass

    [K. Mike] DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI

    [K. Mike] Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration - holla!

    [Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be

    [Y. Hova] Big Boi in the place to be (Young)

    [Y. Hova] Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch)

    [Y. Hova] I brought (holla) the whole hood with me

    [Big Boi] You got red dirt in your afro

    [Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be (yeah)

    [Y. Hova] OutKast in the place to be (yeah)

    [Verse One: Big Boi]

    Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block

    Didn't have to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock

    A damn 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 FUCK-ass nigga

    Might clap a cap at a sucka-ass nigga

    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 competition

    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 shit 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 shit but you're-uns

    Do your own shit! In your live show (bitin ass nigga)

    [Chorus: Jay-Z - repeat 2X]

    Young Hov' in the place to be

    Big Boi in the place to be (Young)

    Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch)

    I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

    [Verse Two: Big Boi]


  • 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 fa-thom

    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 shit

    And your team lookin shitty to death

    [Verse Three: Killer Mike]

    My nigga 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, overstand

    this young player's rhyme

    I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme

    Focused on every word, and line

    Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime

    I was born to talk shit 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)

    [Chorus]

    [Interlude]

    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

    [Verse Four: Jay-Z]

    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, niggaz 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 niggaz chatter though

    Anybody get out of line then you trust

    that the mac'll go b-r-r-r-r-ap, got you killed for that alone

    Back on the shit, back on the strip

    Another hit I'm not gon' miss

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