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 housing

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 steering column, didn't have to cook a rock

A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call you

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, boy

Are you Black, white, Asian?

Indonesian or Borean, that′s Black and Korean

We on the same team if we breathing

I jumped off the subject to see if you was seeing

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 sucker-ass nigga

In the meantime, Daddy Fat Sax gon′ chill out

He might just pull out his pistol

And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your residence

Superman to Clark Kents, you better be way harder

Than the park bench to start this

Marcus, Jason, my little brother James—

All my brothers from my mama, but Andre is just the same

Ain't no "uno," we a duo: deuce, dos, deux, a pair

A player stiffen the competition

Pressed like Levi′s and Tuffskins

One minus one; negative one minus negative one is nothing

Busting D-Boi 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 yours

Do your own shit! In your live show (Biting-ass nigga)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Young Hov′ in the place to be

Big Boi in the place to be

Andre 3000 shout out to public housing

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 housing

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 looking 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 forego′d 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—Aqueminis

Murderous monster, move minds

Spit it so hard that it oughta be a crime

When you see I'm coming, holla "One-time," holla "One-time"

When you see I′m coming, holla "One-time" ("One-time")

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 hoopty 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

As a interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops

And I fix it up like gin and juice when I′m in 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?" Niggas 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 saying?

Hov' and OutKast, what you think about that?

Really don't matter, though, what you niggas chatter, though

Anybody get out of line, then you trust

That the MAC′ll go brap (Rrrat!)

Got you chilled 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