I remeber those lyrics - Where did I here them before?

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Artist: OutKast
Album: ATLiens
Song: Millenium

[Dre]
Me and everything around me, is unstable like Chernobyl
Ready to go at any moment, jumpin like a pogo stick
I never lived up to my expectations, so I accept the patience
Expect the worse but now I'm pacin
Back and forth, inside, I'm melting like water on wicked bitches
A monster truck done came and ran over my picket fences
I had the best of life in my clinches but monkey wrenches was thrown
Like chairs kings sit on, my prayers seem to long
I fall asleep before the endin, don't even get to say Amen
I hope He understand I be on bended knees
At times, I think I'm crazy, so I say forget it
Or maybe it's the devil infiltrating and like Riddick...
Bowe I've been fighting this since them fetus days
I count from one to twenty, when I'm through, repeat the phrase
It's just a phase, it's gon all pass, but that gets old too
I'm weakening like a deacon doin dirt
What am I supposed to do?

chorus

Dre: Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh (Planets and stars) Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh
uh uh uh (Earth, Jupiter, Mars) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh(Hoes, clothes,
cars) Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh(It's who you are)
[Big Boi]
See, from bedknobs to broomsticks, we lookin to start some new shit
I'm writin this rhyme in faith, so when you hear it, hope you true it
My nigga, you do it like swooshes, the lyrical cleanse and new zits
Wipin away your germs up under your cranium with juices
See Mo goes on, my slick flow flows on
Straight from west Savannah, Georgia, but the S.W.A.T.S. is my home
Never go wrong cuz the click is tighter than gnat ass and that bad
Mosquito, now we goes, I'm proud of you peoples
For sellin your cracker sacks,
I'm glad I'm white not Black
Shit, on the real, that's how them whiteys really act
When your back was turned, them slackers learned and now we fallin apart
You lookin me in my eye, but you ain't feelin me in your heart
Yes, yes Lord, give me the power we livin the final hour
These niggaz, they leavin me stranded like Rapunzel in the tower
Now or never, let's stick together and overcome
But they don't feel like marchin, cuz they shoes is overrun Ain't that a bitch

chorus (repeat)

Planets and stars
Earth, Jupiter, Mars
Hoes, clothes, cars
It's who you are


Artist: Mystikal and Outkast
Album: The Wood soundtrack
Song: Neck Uv Da Woods
Typed by: cdw05@gnofn.net
[Intro - Mystikal]
This is, Mystikal and Outkast
I'm representin
[Mystikal]
I'm not for the big bucks, no way Miss God Dammit
You can't stand it!
Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami
Handlin with my man 'nem in Atalanta
And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit
you feelin as I'm sayin it
I'm like the NBA sore thumb or a pawn shop tech nine,
bitch I'm known for jammin
Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary
Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
I bust through, intrude, move through distractions
Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction
I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em
If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon
And the get God back
Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy
Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run that boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy
I bring flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the
dryer I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band
And they always tryin to find something to say about
the brother man I invent em flip em and send em
Rhymes set you jumping like I poured King Cobra over ya
Guess what, this is a stick up
Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up
Garbage mc's better run for it
Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of
the yard for it And respect me for takin it to em
So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of
the woods
Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah
Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha
[Hook - Dre] X 2
If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock
If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods you better stop
Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to
drop, ahhhh
[Big Boi]
All a the heat rise to the beat wise
To that nigga that spit that street fire
Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park
like Mark Mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto
You're bitch made like Dorothy
You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa
Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy
But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G?
I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken
And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's
gonna be bumpin
Givin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the
cops with
My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this
The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily
Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's
scarin me
But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the
rest yeah
That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH
Yeah know that East Point never stop like that
All the way to Decatur
[Hook] X 2
[Dre]
Hey, what's your name?
Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here
Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, only one
Strong believer in self-preservation
Aahhhhh, OOF!
in the State of confused
City of forgotten fate, County of the blues
Street address Generation X Avenue
But Generation Y high to the point that I drink
Runnin on a new one
Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some
church socks What if I told you that even if you made clocks?
Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds
Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind
Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?
Would you holler that I'm live and ask another?
Or take no heat and run for cover?
[Hook] X 3
Artist: OutKast f/ Cee-Lo (Goodie Mob)
Album: Soul Food sountrack
Song: In Due Time
Chorus
You just keep your faith in me
Don't act impatiently
You'll never get where you need to be
In due time
Even when things go slow
Hold on and don't let go
I'll give you what I ow
In due time
Verse One:
When that * be thinkin of cruisin'
The Braves cap is to the side
Thinkin' the police gon' pull me over
With this * off in my ride
So I hide the brick of weed
Under the arm rest, under the leather
Thinkin' of startin ways
To make my life a little better
Then the dope peddler
Never pay no * taxes
Takin a chunk up out my check
And makin my rhymes just look like practice
Buyin' clothing, Range Roving
With my folks
Don't speak about the Dirty South
My crew ain't bout no jokes
I know some people don't like the way we flow
Because they envy
They talkin bout they * my *
And that they could have been me
You lookin to be that butterfly
Without the caterpillar
Take your time and do it right
Cause you gon make it
I swear my
Or collapse 1
Falling a victim to your greed boy
Your looking to be Big Willie
But ou're still a seed boy
The information in my skull
Be pokin' some of ya'll on the shoulder
But on the other side of the fence
They got * breakin' boulders
For quick money
Bridge
Struggle is just a part of my day
Many obstacles have been placed in my way
I know the only reason that I make it through
Is because I never stop believing in you
Some people wonder why we're here in the 1st place
They can't believe because they ain't never seen your
face But even when you pray, the next day you gotta try
Can it wait 4 nobody 2 come down out the sky
You've got to realize that the world's a test
You can only do your best and let him do the rest
You've got your life, you've got your health
So quit procrastinating and push it yourself
You've got to realize that the world's a test
You can only do your best and let him do the rest
You've got your life, you've got your health
So quit procrastinating
Verse 2:
Who said good folks is not supposed to die
The same * that said * is not supposed to cry
United States giving out milk and cheese to pacify
I'm sure they got a cure 4 A.I.D.S., but yet it's
classified You wonder why I spit the truth and not 2 make no dough
To make a differencefo' this * up and blow
In piece, I could thinkof many reasons
Only when * is going bad you want to holla Jesus
I pledge allegiance, they got my knuckles bleeding
From crawling , got these * thinkin they ballin'
When they isn't, don't take my word,
there's * off in prison
That will tell yo, that's locked up 4 a long time and
won't sell you No flex, so congregation will turn you text,
To the book of OutKast, chapter 2, verse 1
The 1st 1, that make me jump up and make a joyful noise
You'se OutKasted, meaning you now have a choice like
that Chrous
(repeat 2x)
Artist: OutKast Album: Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik Song: Crumblin' Erb Typed by: dj.flash@pobox.com Yessuh
Let me dig into your brain, folks fallin like rain
Property got me sellin thangs, guess I'm gon'
explain. Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up
But still Andre got action, they Sweat like Keith,
all on my teeth I take it upon myself
to handle mine, thinkin that you
gots ample to do this have you
shot I thought you knew
this I'm crumblin', no time for fumblin
sellin my sacks watchin my back Wettin em up like splish,
leavin em in a splash of blood, the clock is tickin
niggaz from my block is missin I'm puttin it down like it
be hot before we all get shot Got, only so much time
in this bastard Bitter be claimin broke
but I be sayin they pro-cras-ti-natin Settlin for less,
bet' be ready when they roll up in
your nest and, sink one in your chest and
youse gone, up outta
here for good Y'all be bobbin
back and forth to let me know you understood Yeah, whassup
Chorus:
There's only so much time
left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb,
I'm just crumblin' erb Niggaz can't let niggaz
they don't understand (what's the master plan)
I'm just crumblin' erb,
I'm just crumblin' erb

Verse Two: Big Boi
So check me out, see
Once in a while when niggaz
be tryin to test me I gets frisky
Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they
swing but shit they missed me huh
I'm gettin nice with them thangs,
because I do like that You heard me on the radio
and yes my man I'm true to dat
I run my lyrics the way y'all
wanna hear em And shoot my dice like it's
the brick the way that wall done flicks em Nigga, so ring around
the roses diamonds around my neck from
flexin But I'm runnin niggaz over
like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it
Ten millimeters count em
nigga fuckin high See I added a millimeter
for y'all niggaz doin crimes and drivebys
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye,
sayanora suckers I flipped the script and
turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers
Be boppin shots,
like them hoes be poppin coochies and I still be spreadin bullets
like them freaks be spreadin cooties
So look here niggaz,
I'm Huntin Red October I said my shit and ran my
lyrics and now my verse is over
Chorus
Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre
Wooo! Big Boi Got a type of nugget,
blunt box, it's empty That's where the erb be droppin,
it's simply marvelous time is tickin
But some of that time
when I be layin vocals in the Dungeon
Sugar Bear and Mon be smokin
ounces like it ain't nuttin It ain't shit,
to take another hit so hit it of the canibus seteva weed
reefer yeah smoke shit It's all day any til they
label me deceased so fire up another one and
smoke out and fuck the world peace
We, is gonna smoke out,
until we choke out like some merry men,
cowards I be buryin Comin around my shop with that
see nigga you gets nothin
just like DJ do the cuttin I be havin
your posse duckin nothin but
King Shit, I am askin, sucka can you hang
Its that player with the pepper
throwin salt off in your game
Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker
don't be cryin on me
That stuff the sess be in my chest
until I'm chillin in peace, yeah
Chorus
Artist: OutKast
Album: Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik
Song: D.E.E.P.
Typed by: lcbarr@wpmedia.com

Greetings, earthlings.
Take me to your leader(Ooh Shit!)
Chorus: repeat 2X

My Favorite Song D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P.,
I'll take ya D.E.E.P.
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage,
that's when I got my folks hooked like...
[Dre]
Deeper than deep dish,
hammers and vogues Deeper fish in the O(cean)
I got my gun on standby,
like Coast Guard You boast hard, you'll get
your salty ass crumbled like erb, word (hey man)
You heard it here first with
your master plan in reverse I ain't the one with the curse,
so disperse, yes, catchin plagues Niggaz catchin AIDS, niggaz gettin
sprayed, niggaz on they way
To a dead end, you won't catch me
spreadin no white thighs
I only see afro bitches up in my eyes I'se don't eat no beef
and surely not no pork I used to drink that 8,
but now I shove it down your throat
Quote, 'If they kill they own folks,
what you think they gonna do to you?'
I'm Outkasted and claimin true
Aimin two at your muthafuckin spine
No, I make that three cuz I don't
wanna hear you whine
Swine, got my folks blind,
like Stevie Me be, wonderin when I'm gonna
see the end Andre 'gain slammin backs
like King acts Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's D.E.E.P.

chorus: (2X)

[Big Boi] Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P.,
well then, I will What?
What will happen if you shoot that
nigga and don't kill He will come back and return
like Lalah Hathaway Aimin for your skull, yeah
I'm flexin on you that a way
So if you pullin a tool,
nigga you better use it Cuz if you're threatenin my life,
better believe I'll be a fool with it
I don't take no shit from nobody,
I gots the Goodie Mo crew right beside of me Damn, no pain, no gain,
some I'mma hurt you Breakin knees and elbows
like I used to break my curfew
My mama used to tell me
if a nigga ever hit me Just to pick up the closest
thing and knock the living shit out of he
So if you run up, you get done up,
I'mma end it Throw the gun up out the window,
see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we
get so D.E.E.P. Learn a lesson,
pick up the album when it hits the streets like...

chorus: (2X)

[Dre] No, I ain't never been pimped
by the system That's because I ain't no slave
Don't be tryin to sunbathe,
never lived off in no cave
Bloody old chap and in this head of mine
is full of naps And the only thing I know is how to fuck
and how to rap
Y'all think I'm stupid
cuz I shoots 'em up like cupid
And if you gave me a basketball,
I'll show you how to shoot it
My head's polluted cause I'm zooted,
bobbin to the bottom
If a pair of Jordan's came out,
y'all figure that I got 'em
But no I don't
because I don't be havin funds The gold that I am wearin
is really made out of bronze
It weighs a ton and
makin my neck turn green And I got a criminal record
that will never come clean
Oh, and it seems that
I make babies like a rabbit And then never taking care of them
has just become a habit
I grab my tablet and get busy
with the pen Y'all could not be just like me
if y'all was my twin
So you get mad and
try to make me inferior
You pissin me off,
I'm in that ass like interior
Oh, step in my Cadillac,
let's ride through the hood
Eh, why don't you roll that window down
so you can see it real good
And take a look at all the
pimps and all the pushers and the players
That's livin on a whim,
thin ice and a prayer Oh and mayor,
can I get a little backup Please don't let them pussy muthafuckas
put that flag up
But let me shut up cause
they say we need dough
whenever the fuck out record comes out in 1994
Yeah, yes sir, it's like that
Gonna take y'all deep, so go back

chorus: (2X)
[Big Boi] I'm gettin deeper than that
prostiutes vagina And pimpin way mo' hoes than
there's peoples out in China
I roll that black Lac with the crushed
velvet interior
Niggaz try to bite that shit,
but their shit is inferior
We rollin thick like the Pillsbury Doughboy
And I don't give a damn,
muthafucka cuz you know why
The Caucus Mountains and the mutant gene
You try to wipe a nigga
like me slam up off the scene
You hairy bastard,
work a little bit faster Because of the shit that I done been through,
I shall never call you master
You D-E-V-I-L,
the cave is where you dwell So stay up out the rain,
it's beginning to smell like dog, yeah
I wonder how you would be acting
if youse in my shoes
You'd probably shit your tight
ass draws cause I got a short ass fuse
So what do you really wanna do
when I get militant Thought I was a pimp,
flip the script if you can' get with this
They call me Big Boi,
I be cappin with a big gun Run up on it if you want it,
then you bite the big one, yeah
Uh huh, can you deal with it, D-E-V-I-L


chorus: (2X)


Artist: OutKast f/ Big Rube
Album: ATLiens
Song: 13th Floor/Growing Old
Intro: Big Rube
Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold
Visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense that we get em confused
The resident evil specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a presidential level -- what are we doing?
Foolin ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourself
By not bein ourself
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat
While we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season look at the picture that's painted
Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point where
Sodomites get all the rights
We fall for fights with fisticuffs
Get pissed enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations
And recognize this mind on the reality of horror known as mankind
Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen
A righteous number of righteous men

Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
The Devil say the end is the beginning
They teach that we were the product of incest
Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics
Stand with us and don't look back upon it
Just face this mindstate Otherwise Babylon...

(My memories of yesterday...) cut and scratched: "Ninety-six gonna be that year..."

Verse One: Andre
I bet you never heard of a playa with no game
Told the truth to get what I want but shot it with no shame
Take this music dead serious while others entertain
I see they makin they paper so I guess I can't complain... or can I?
I feel they disrespectin the whole thang
Them hooks like sellin dope to black folks
And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin right
My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
I'm confessin one mo' lesson from the South we in the house tonight
Now hootie who wants to oppose? Suppose
We rolls through Headland and Delowe where me and my niggaz surpassed the flow
And got down for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past while my close niggaz laugh at
The Southern slang, figure ways and mojo chicken wangs
I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang
So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your potnah Gather your thoughts

Musical Interlude: Debra Killings
(Something's gotta change Songs of laughter and happiness comes from teardrops to rain
When daring despair, fortune may lead in my day
And slight breezes of longing finally move my way
(Like memories of yesterday...)

Verse Two: Big Boi
Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my potnahs they call me Big Boi
It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin the truth not talkin that shit boi
I'm thinkin of checkin my traps and bustin my raps and throwin them craps
Seven-eleven is no convenience, you pumpin your gas, they're watchin yo' back
For the robbin crew, thinkin they robbin you, you must be cautious
To stand up on yo' game and pimpin these crows you must be flawless
Like Mortal Kombat, but fuckin these wombats got you dizzy
My nigga you know of I wanna be playin but runnin up on me like you miss me
You catchin the wrong vibe, packin yo' shit and rollin yo' eyes back
Flexin up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin your Cadillac
But man it seems I'm reachin out and touchin the wrong nigga
Don't expect me to be pimpin get your index off the trigger
As we bust, us, we leavin em in the dust
So keep that clean up out of your nose
I said my piece and then I hush
As the candidate keeps flippin... niggaz dippin...

Musical Interlude

Verse Three: Andre,
Big Boi I really be love it we are gathered to life
So pissed to lather we come clean
Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean
Oh like Liberty Bells yes them bullets keep on rangin
On fire like the Georgia mass choir we keep on sangin
Bringin our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green
Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen
Psych because no one is free when others are oppressed
So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest
Growing old
Like some eagles, people don't understand
Just like their parents don't be carin
I'm speakin about you playin with that phony stuff you sharin in your raps
Mercedes Benz and all your riches
Thinkin you got it, but get it get it, but you ain't pimpin no bitches

Cause you flaw, in, fallin like leaves into driveways
Isn't it lovely smokin good and sloppy head on highways
Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old
When tonight's are hot warm enough to feed your soul
Growing old

Musical Interlude 2X ("96 gonna be that year...") (Like memories of yesterday...)