Aquemini

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 and 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' it's 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 Pacman 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 and ready to bust on any nigga like that man Me and my nigga we roll together like Batman and 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 and 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 and still build, let your paper stack Instead of going into overkill pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch Twice upon a time there was a boy who died And lived happily ever after but that's another chapter Live from home of the brave with dirty dollars And beauty parlors and baby bottles and bowling ball Impalas And street scholars that's majoring in culinary arts You know how to work bread, cheese and dough From scratch but see the catch is you can get caught Know what ya sellin' what you 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 its grill 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, ok 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 pro-black boy we professional We missed a lot of church so the music is our confessional Get off the testicles and 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 and Gemini runnin' shit like this Yea yea yea yea 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 and 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 with your kin Look again cause I swear I spot one every now and then It's happenin' again wish I could tell you when Andre this is Andre y'all just gon' have to make amends