Yeah Atliens style on y'all ass   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   Andre 3000 shout out to public housin'   I brought the whole hood with me   You got red dirt in your afro   Young Hov' in the place to be   Outkast in the place to be      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 its 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 Levis 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      Young Hov' in the place to be   Big Boi in the place to be   Andre 3000 shout out to public housin'   I brought the whole hood with me      Young Hov' in the place to be   Big Boi in the place to be   Andre 3000 shout out to public housin '   I brought the whole hood with me      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 shit   And your team lookin' shitty to death      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, onetime      Young Hov' in the place to be   Big Boi in the place to be   Andre 3000 shout out to public housin'   I brought the whole hood with me      Young Hov' in the place to be   Big Boi in the place to be   Andre 3000 shout out to public housin'   I brought the whole hood with me      Don't you like to groove   In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweat shoes   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, 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 rap, got you killed for that alone   Back on the shit, 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, sweat shoes   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