OutKast - Aquemini Lyrics

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 (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini

Yeah

Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
"Get on the bus", go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is 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 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
And swung hard when it was fittin'
But now we tappin' the brakes from all them corners
That we be bendin' in Volkswagens and Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain
Steerin' wheel for real (real), you can go on chill out and still build
Let your paper stack instead of goin' into overkill
Pay ya fuckin' beeper bill, bitch

Yeah, yeah (yeah)

Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothin' is for sure, nothin' is for certain and nothin' lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
It's him and I, Aquemini

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
Beauty parlors and baby bottles and bowlin' ball Impalas
And street scholars majorin' 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 ya 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 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 it's 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 up in appearance
It's Outkast, Aquemini another Black experience

Okay

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

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 nut sacks
You bust a rhyme we bust back
G-Get back for real niggas that's out here tryin' to spit facts
You hear that can't come near that, maybe you need to quit (quit)
Because Aquemini is Aquarius and a Gemini runnin' shit like this (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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 believin' in
Faith is what you make it, that's the hardest shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right on in wit' yo' 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"

Even the sun goes down heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie and sometimes, "Y"
Nothin' is for sure, nothin' is for certain and nothin' lasts forever
But until they close the curtain
It's him and I, Aquemini

"Finally Igor, we've done it, we've done it"
"Yes master, yes master"
"Yes Igor, we've done it"
"Uh-oh"