ATLiens - Outkast

[Big Boi]:
Well it's the M-I crooked letter, ain't no one better
And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear a sweater
Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails
Oh hell, there he go again talkin' that sh_t
Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve
And now you 'bout to see this Southern playa serve
I heard it's not where you're from but how much you pay rent
THen I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent
You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried
Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry
So go get your f_ckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles
It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I
It's that same motherf_cka that took them knuckles to your eye
And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen
Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnell locked up in prison

Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp sh_t
Everybody let me hear you say oh yea-er

Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation
To the female gender, ain't nothin' better
Let me know when it's wet enough to enter
If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on
Therefore, if not the child we raise gon' have that n_gga syndrome
Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone
I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on
Or will it give a f_ck about what others say and get gone
Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what I preach ain't no lie
I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie
Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply
Now everybody say...


[Big Boi]:
Everyday I sit while my n_gga be in school
Thinkin' about the second album at the Dungeon shootin' pool
Like E-S to the P-N , cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)
Honey I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of my problems around being frustrated
And now I'm sittin' at the end of the month I just made it
Like you made the B team
And like the daddy's wife you makin' the coffee
You heard the A-T-Liens
So back the hell up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he starts
The job of speakin' through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so I'm readu for war okay


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