Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Song For The Moment

Formulating my first guest blog appearance (you'll see what I mean soon), I was shuffling through my OutKast collection when inspiration struck.

I'm going to try my best to make a regular segment called "Song For The Moment" to hit you with some random tracks from the collection, complete with lyrics. Okay, so I've been doing this lately without a title, but I wanted to make it official!

You may have heard these particular songs or they may be new to you, but either way I hope you can appreciate my choices as quality music.

For the first installment, why not one of the best duos to ever rock the mic? Here's an excellent cut off Andre and Big Boi's '98 album Aquemini, a classic example of their mind-boggling conceptualizations.

Hope you can dig this new "Song For The Moment" ish I'm on, Enjoy!

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OutKast - Da Art of Storytellin' 2
Baby did you hear that, Yea baby I heard it too
Look out the window, Golly the sky is electric blue
Momma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you
Rainin cats and jackles, all shackles disintegrate to residue
Silly mortals haven't a clue
As to what the fuck is goin on
I'm on the telephone,
Dialin the Dungeon
"Hello?" This Dre, bring the MP and the SP
Meet me at the center of the Earth and travel carefully
Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain't much time
Momma Earth is tossin and turnin and that's our sign
Omega aggin IFO's are landin in Decatur
Hope I'm not over your head, but if so you will catch on later
Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo'
Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so'
From saggin constantly fuckin her, never lovin her
Never showin appreciation
Bustin nuts in her face when they done
The sky is fallin, nobody ballin, they done gave back they guns
For some tickets to the playoffs, but the Hornets they won
Aggin we slum, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family
I drove the biggest thing at the house
'Cause I knew they'd try to ram me,
But I'm stabbing
Makin a path on express-ways, the best way I know how
Up in the sky, East West, no clouds
Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how
She feeling and is Jordan okay, Yeah yeah she's chillin
We should be in the Dungeon shortly
Ain't nobody on they porch see
Approachin the final exit
I'm thinkin I see four horsies but I don't though
Aggin you won't know, until it's on ya
I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California
All the weed smell like ammonia
But at the Dungeon I know they smokin
Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording
Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-tion

All's well, nothing's well