OutKast — Aquemini

[Intro: Big Boi & André 3000] Yuh Uh-huh [Chorus: André 3000] Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes, "Y" Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain Nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain (Y'all know) It's him and I: Aquemini [Break: Big Boi] Yeah [Verse 1: Big Boi] Now is the time to get on—like Spike Lee said, "Get on the Bus" Go get your work and keep your beeper chirping—it's a must Is you on that dust or corn starch? Familiar with that smack, man? The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack-man Pacman, how in the fuck you think we gon' do that, man? Riding round Old National on eighteens 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, swung hard when it was fitting But now, we tapping 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 (Real) You can go on and chill out and still build Let your paper stack 'stead of going into overkill And pay your fuckin' beeper bill, bitch [Break: Big Boi & André 3000] Yeah Yuh, yuh (Yeah) [Chorus: André 3000] Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes, "Y" Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain And nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain It's him and I: Aquemini [Verse 2: André 3000] Twice upon a time, there was a boy who died Lived happily ever after, but that's another chapter Live from "home of the brave," with dirty dollars Beauty parlors, baby ballers, bowling-ball Impalas Street scholars, 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 you selling, what you bought, so cut that big talk Let's walk to the bridge—meet me halfway Now you may see some children dead off in the pathway It's them poor babies walking slowly to the candy lady It's looking 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 talking 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? Naww, so don't get caught up in appearance It's OutKast, "Aquemini": another Black experience [Break: André 3000] Okay [Chorus: André 3000] Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes, "Y" Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain Nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain It's him and I: Aquemini [Verse 3: Big Boi] 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, but we professional We missed a lot of church, so the music is our confessional Get off the testicles and the nutsacks, you bust 'round, we bust back G—Get back for real niggas that's out here tryna spit facts You 'ear that? You can't come near that, maybe you need to quit (Quit) Because "Aquemini" is Aquarius and the Gemini running shit Like this, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 4: André 3000] My mind warps and bends, floats the wind, count to ten Meet the twin, André 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 happening again, wish I could tell you when "André, this is André, y'all are just gon' have to make amends" [Chorus: André 3000] Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes, "Y" Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain And nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain It's him and I: Aquemini [Skit: André 3000] Master: Finally, Igor! We've done it, we've done it! Igor: Yes, master! Yes, master! Master: Igor, we've done it! Both: Uh-oh (*Woman screaming*)