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Long time reader first time poster lol
Big 3000 fan... for me it depends on if u want the deep introspective andre or the straight spittin andre, even tho he was always talkin bout something. But if I had to choose, it would havta be his verse from the Art of Storytellin pt. 2
Honorable mentions:
Due Time
Royal Flush
High Schoolin
Art of Storytellin pt. 1
Rosa Parks
Elevators
Black Ice
Humble Mumble
Now that I think about it tho, he pretty much killed all of Aquemini. SMFH at that other thread sayin he's overrated...
Big 3000 fan... for me it depends on if u want the deep introspective andre or the straight spittin andre, even tho he was always talkin bout something. But if I had to choose, it would havta be his verse from the Art of Storytellin pt. 2
Honorable mentions:
Due Time
Royal Flush
High Schoolin
Art of Storytellin pt. 1
Rosa Parks
Elevators
Black Ice
Humble Mumble
Now that I think about it tho, he pretty much killed all of Aquemini. SMFH at that other thread sayin he's overrated...
choppa_style
New member
Post some lyrics and breakdowns. I can't see videos at work and listing song names shows nothing...
choppa_style;4113730 said:
[Andre 3000:]
Verse One:
So I'm watchin' her fine ass
Walked to my bedroom, and thought to myself
That's the shape of things to come
She said, "Why you in the club, and you don't make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm"
I'm like, "Why? "
The world needs sun
The hood needs funds
There's a war going on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord? [?]
Umbilical attached to a place they can't afford
No landscaping, Or window draping
This old lady told me,
"If I ain't got nothin' good, say nathing"
That's why I don't talk much
I swear it don't cost much, to pay attention to me
I tell like it is, and I tell it how it could be
The hood be
Requesting my services, Oh don't get nervous it's
Step yo game up time, These ain't them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin' in some club
Niggas write to me
Woman be up in they tub
Expoliating with hey pom poms
Yellin' "GO 3000! "
I'm in my whatever bumpin' what?
A 100 miles in
Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin'
Summon
Woman
Come in
Sit down, heard you need some plumbing
Done and
I'm in
A swell mood
A rather swoll mood
Until she told me that she told (?)
That's she'll be back, she's going to the store
I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so the door
I pointed her too
I said, "Call me when ya'll break up
I don't fuck nobody bitch"
And never only Jacob, know what time it is
Nigga just tryin' to live
Like a Nigga suppose to live
If I still drink that malt liquor
I pour that beer
On the ground for niggas not around
I started out starvin'
Now they got me out here Brett Farve'n
Try'n to see if I still got it... (got it...)
I guess it's like the right thing about it... ('bout it...)
its hard to say best but one of my favorites was on that Devin tha Dude "what a job"
[Andre 3000:]
We work nights, we some vampires
Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire
Singin' folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord
You download it for free, we get charged back for it
I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it
Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit
So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you
Hell no! Yeah, exactamundo
But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo
And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami
And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys
See we do it for that boi that graduated
That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it
And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9
And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin' talkinbout
That they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
Then they told me 'bout they first date, listenin' to my tunes
And how he, like to finger nail polish
I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go
I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Devin it's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking 'bout
[chorus]
[Andre 3000:]
We work nights, we some vampires
Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire
Singin' folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord
You download it for free, we get charged back for it
I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it
Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit
So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you
Hell no! Yeah, exactamundo
But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo
And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami
And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys
See we do it for that boi that graduated
That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it
And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9
And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin' talkinbout
That they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
Then they told me 'bout they first date, listenin' to my tunes
And how he, like to finger nail polish
I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go
I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Devin it's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking 'bout
[chorus]
Miles HIGH
New member
In all honesty, he got too many...From "Ain't No Thang" to "Gangsta Shit"...But this verse off "A Life In The Day of Andre Benjamin" gotta be his best...Just cause he illustrates his whole life in relation to his career with Outkast...Shit too dope...
I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like “yea nigga right”
But you gave me your number anyway, you were on the talcum
Powder. Hows about dem ernges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By night, to pay for that shit, you danced.
To get your pants was a mission impos-sible
We were both the same age but I, suppose
Wasn't on the same page, but in
The same book of life so I paged you when
I felt that you were getting off of work,
Or either when you on your way to school,
We started hangin like Ernie and Bert,
And in my idle head im thinking cool.
Just when I think im goin down your shirt
You're hiking up your skirt now.
The events that followed
Had me volleyed if your hometown
Would be, heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possessed
Made you by far the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon,
Never came in but I knew that you were wonderin
“Now are these niggas in this house up to somethin
Sellin crack sack by sack so they can funtion.”
W-w-well, yes and no
Yes we were sellin it but no is wasn't blow.
Cook it in the basement and move it at a show
Grab the microphone and everybody yelled “ho!”
Meanwhile the video starts playin
BET college radio in a van
Packed full of niggas with a blunt in dey hand
And one in dey ear, you know what im sayin
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip with the roam-roam.
So it took me a minute to retrieve 7 digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home.
But when I got home I never did,
By the time I did heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur who replied “see ya later”
When he got the good news, that's life, shit
Now im 19 with a Cadillac
My nigga had a lex, with the gold pack
Got a plaque but im livin with my pop-pop
So I got a glock and a low-jack.
You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
And never said much 'cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you wanna be
That words only fucked it up more, follow me
Are you starting to gather what im getting at
Now if im losing you, tell me, and I'll double back
But keep in mind at the time “keep it real” was the phrase
Silly if one said it now, but those were the days
When spring break, and Daytona,
And freak-niks, made you wanna
Drop out of college and never go back
Move to the south, but that ain't a Kodak
Moment, on went, myself and Big Boi, well you knew him as twan
That's right you were around before this shit begun.
Well twan had a daughter and sorta
Was made to mature before the first tour.
We hit the road like jack,
Laughed and cried
And drived it back with some yag.
Girls used to say, “Yall talk funny, yall from the islands”
Without laughin, they just keep smiling
“No, im from Atlanta baby,
He from savannah maybe
We should hook up and get tore up,
And then lay down, hey we
Gotta go 'cause the bus is pullin out in 30 minutes
She's playin tennis disturbin the tenants.
15 - love, fit like glove
Description is like, 15 doves
In a jacoozy catchin the holy ghost
Makin one woozy in head and comatose, agreed?
Enough about me, hows about you,
Hows the little kid?
She was about two the last time we spoke.
I haven't smoked or took a shot of drink
'cause I started the second album off on another note.
Now, that note threw some niggas in the hood off
But see I balled out, and before I falled out
I slowed my 'lac down to a nice speed
The brain is that fried egg I might need.
New direction was apparent
I was a child looking at the floor starin
So changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast
Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street.
To make bread, never primary concern
Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn.
I'd meet muslims, gangstas, bitches, rastas,
And macaroni niggas, impostas.
So on a trip to New York on some beeswax
I get invited to a club where M.C.s at
And on stage is a singer with some thing on her hair
Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with
Which I was rockin at the time
When I was goin through them phases tryin to find
Anything that seemed real in the world
Still searchin but I started liking this girl.
Now you know her, as Erica on and on Badu
Call tyrone on the phone, Why you
Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
The song wasn't about me, hm, that ain't my name.
Well young in love, in short, we had fun
No regrets, no abortion, had a son,
By the name of Seven, and he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll prolly be six.
You do the arithmetic, me do the language arts
Yall stand against the wall blindfolded,
Me throw the darts, to poke you in the heart
And take you from the start
To one luxury transportationment, a Marta card.
Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she smart
Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
And he sells you that rabbit that's been sittin in his yard.
You fix it up, you trick it out,
You give it rims, you give it bump,
You give it all your time 'cause that's all you can think about
(And that's as far as I got)
I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like “yea nigga right”
But you gave me your number anyway, you were on the talcum
Powder. Hows about dem ernges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By night, to pay for that shit, you danced.
To get your pants was a mission impos-sible
We were both the same age but I, suppose
Wasn't on the same page, but in
The same book of life so I paged you when
I felt that you were getting off of work,
Or either when you on your way to school,
We started hangin like Ernie and Bert,
And in my idle head im thinking cool.
Just when I think im goin down your shirt
You're hiking up your skirt now.
The events that followed
Had me volleyed if your hometown
Would be, heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possessed
Made you by far the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon,
Never came in but I knew that you were wonderin
“Now are these niggas in this house up to somethin
Sellin crack sack by sack so they can funtion.”
W-w-well, yes and no
Yes we were sellin it but no is wasn't blow.
Cook it in the basement and move it at a show
Grab the microphone and everybody yelled “ho!”
Meanwhile the video starts playin
BET college radio in a van
Packed full of niggas with a blunt in dey hand
And one in dey ear, you know what im sayin
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip with the roam-roam.
So it took me a minute to retrieve 7 digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home.
But when I got home I never did,
By the time I did heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur who replied “see ya later”
When he got the good news, that's life, shit
Now im 19 with a Cadillac
My nigga had a lex, with the gold pack
Got a plaque but im livin with my pop-pop
So I got a glock and a low-jack.
You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
And never said much 'cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you wanna be
That words only fucked it up more, follow me
Are you starting to gather what im getting at
Now if im losing you, tell me, and I'll double back
But keep in mind at the time “keep it real” was the phrase
Silly if one said it now, but those were the days
When spring break, and Daytona,
And freak-niks, made you wanna
Drop out of college and never go back
Move to the south, but that ain't a Kodak
Moment, on went, myself and Big Boi, well you knew him as twan
That's right you were around before this shit begun.
Well twan had a daughter and sorta
Was made to mature before the first tour.
We hit the road like jack,
Laughed and cried
And drived it back with some yag.
Girls used to say, “Yall talk funny, yall from the islands”
Without laughin, they just keep smiling
“No, im from Atlanta baby,
He from savannah maybe
We should hook up and get tore up,
And then lay down, hey we
Gotta go 'cause the bus is pullin out in 30 minutes
She's playin tennis disturbin the tenants.
15 - love, fit like glove
Description is like, 15 doves
In a jacoozy catchin the holy ghost
Makin one woozy in head and comatose, agreed?
Enough about me, hows about you,
Hows the little kid?
She was about two the last time we spoke.
I haven't smoked or took a shot of drink
'cause I started the second album off on another note.
Now, that note threw some niggas in the hood off
But see I balled out, and before I falled out
I slowed my 'lac down to a nice speed
The brain is that fried egg I might need.
New direction was apparent
I was a child looking at the floor starin
So changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast
Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street.
To make bread, never primary concern
Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn.
I'd meet muslims, gangstas, bitches, rastas,
And macaroni niggas, impostas.
So on a trip to New York on some beeswax
I get invited to a club where M.C.s at
And on stage is a singer with some thing on her hair
Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with
Which I was rockin at the time
When I was goin through them phases tryin to find
Anything that seemed real in the world
Still searchin but I started liking this girl.
Now you know her, as Erica on and on Badu
Call tyrone on the phone, Why you
Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
The song wasn't about me, hm, that ain't my name.
Well young in love, in short, we had fun
No regrets, no abortion, had a son,
By the name of Seven, and he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll prolly be six.
You do the arithmetic, me do the language arts
Yall stand against the wall blindfolded,
Me throw the darts, to poke you in the heart
And take you from the start
To one luxury transportationment, a Marta card.
Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she smart
Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
And he sells you that rabbit that's been sittin in his yard.
You fix it up, you trick it out,
You give it rims, you give it bump,
You give it all your time 'cause that's all you can think about
(And that's as far as I got)
lordhonka2
New member
15 - love, fit like glove
Description is like, 15 doves
In a jacoozy catchin the holy ghost
Makin one woozy in head and comatose, agreed?
Description is like, 15 doves
In a jacoozy catchin the holy ghost
Makin one woozy in head and comatose, agreed?
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BlackAX410
New member
His verses from ATLIENS are personal favorites of mines
yeah i rap so don't
New member
Legit tough question. His delivery has always been so ill. Kind of an off-beat, funky rhythm all to it's own accord. All of these verses are dope. Return Of The G has to be my favorite tho. Gasoline Dreams gets an honorable mention. I have not seen anyone bring that up yet too.
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