R.I.P. OutKast 1992-2000

[Danie84]

Last week, I was randomly blastin Spaghetti Junction & Humble Mumble

 

[L $ C]

Last week, I was randomly blastin Spaghetti Junction & Humble Mumble

fire

 

[threattonature]

i dont see the bars in the mighty O going at each other tbh

someone argue me?

I took Andre's verse as basically saying he's not interested in rapping because creatively they've shown they are the best and are basically battling the ghosts of themselves and creatively he's moved on. Meanwhile his relative (Big Boi) is too busy chasing money so wants to keep going strictly for financial reasons.

You ain't a hater? Can't tell
Either wish me well, go to hell, or go to Yale
Study human behavior so that you know who the hell
You dealin' with, ain't nutty, but the study gon' unveil
My relative in jail – ha! Stay engaged
To whatever make money, now he married to that cage
Divorce is not an option and prenuptial is void
Eat up whatever rapper, but I'm tangled in my cord (Hum)
Bored, kind of like a knight with the sword
Without dragon to battle, so I'm running from a shadow
An impossible feat and I repeat
An impossible feat and I repeat
An impossible feat and I repeat!
The damsels in distress, but they a mess
They only like my armor, and that I'm a performer

Then Big starts his verse off talking about how he thought you was a player (first album being Southernplayalistic), talking about subliminal shots and the line calling him Rumplestilskin and saying don't go against me Cain (his "brother" 3k) makes me think there was some merit to it.

Congratulations, I'm a player
I thought you were one too, but now I hear you loud and clear
Subliminal, criminal minded nikka, so be aware
Black dog broke out the pits and told yo' ass it's 'bout to tear
Intended for anyone fillin' out this application
An estimate is needed for your underestimation
I'm firin' on the spot, go back and check your calculations
Like a sniper in the bushes with that rifle, I've been patiently waitin'
Now that's a virtue – 'cause, p*ssy nikka, I'll hurt you
Like the president's approval rating by servin' yo' ass with words, fool
Slam yo' back to the curb, bruh, a sanitation worker
'Cause you're trash, I'm taking out the trash and all trash
Get mashed and compacted, because it's no longer valid
Go 'head – recycle, repackage, then put it back in my cabinet
Boy, that's germs, I'm fresh up out the store every time
That nikka the B-I-G go hard every rhyme
Crowns all around, I'm right after Martin Luther
No J-R-period, senior, 'cause Bamboo is Antwan Junior
Dungeon Family and biological's intact
Talk bad about the fam, catch diabolical attack
No gats or no raps, you get slapped about that
As a matter of fact, not fiction, Rumpelstiltskin, you wack
Decipher words just like the Code of Da Vinci
Don't go against me, Cain, I want you to go out there
Kill them marks and come back, is you with me?
Mighty-ighty-ighty-ighty-ighty-ighty O
The worse thing since crack cocaine distributed to the poor
By the government–oh, I meant, don't nobody know
Conspiracy theory, you be the judge, nobody's slow


Also add in that on other songs on the album Andre is making it clear he's done with rap and that's it time to move on to other things as well as Big Boi making multiple references that he can kill things on his own and to not sleep on him alone it was obvious this was the end of the Outkast chapter and as we found out later Big Boi wasn't happy about all the money being left on the table.

 

[semicko82]

I took Andre's verse as basically saying he's not interested in rapping because creatively they've shown they are the best and are basically battling the ghosts of themselves and creatively he's moved on. Meanwhile his relative (Big Boi) is too busy chasing money so wants to keep going strictly for financial reasons.

You ain't a hater? Can't tell
Either wish me well, go to hell, or go to Yale
Study human behavior so that you know who the hell
You dealin' with, ain't nutty, but the study gon' unveil
My relative in jail – ha! Stay engaged
To whatever make money, now he married to that cage
Divorce is not an option and prenuptial is void
Eat up whatever rapper, but I'm tangled in my cord (Hum)
Bored, kind of like a knight with the sword
Without dragon to battle, so I'm running from a shadow
An impossible feat and I repeat
An impossible feat and I repeat
An impossible feat and I repeat!
The damsels in distress, but they a mess
They only like my armor, and that I'm a performer

Then Big starts his verse off talking about how he thought you was a player (first album being Southernplayalistic), talking about subliminal shots and the line calling him Rumplestilskin and saying don't go against me Cain (his "brother" 3k) makes me think there was some merit to it.

Congratulations, I'm a player
I thought you were one too, but now I hear you loud and clear
Subliminal, criminal minded nikka, so be aware
Black dog broke out the pits and told yo' ass it's 'bout to tear
Intended for anyone fillin' out this application
An estimate is needed for your underestimation
I'm firin' on the spot, go back and check your calculations
Like a sniper in the bushes with that rifle, I've been patiently waitin'
Now that's a virtue – 'cause, p*ssy nikka, I'll hurt you
Like the president's approval rating by servin' yo' ass with words, fool
Slam yo' back to the curb, bruh, a sanitation worker
'Cause you're trash, I'm taking out the trash and all trash
Get mashed and compacted, because it's no longer valid
Go 'head – recycle, repackage, then put it back in my cabinet
Boy, that's germs, I'm fresh up out the store every time
That nikka the B-I-G go hard every rhyme
Crowns all around, I'm right after Martin Luther
No J-R-period, senior, 'cause Bamboo is Antwan Junior
Dungeon Family and biological's intact
Talk bad about the fam, catch diabolical attack
No gats or no raps, you get slapped about that
As a matter of fact, not fiction, Rumpelstiltskin, you wack
Decipher words just like the Code of Da Vinci
Don't go against me, Cain, I want you to go out there
Kill them marks and come back, is you with me?
Mighty-ighty-ighty-ighty-ighty-ighty O
The worse thing since crack cocaine distributed to the poor
By the government–oh, I meant, don't nobody know
Conspiracy theory, you be the judge, nobody's slow


Also add in that on other songs on the album Andre is making it clear he's done with rap and that's it time to move on to other things as well as Big Boi making multiple references that he can kill things on his own and to not sleep on him alone it was obvious this was the end of the Outkast chapter and as we found out later Big Boi wasn't happy about all the money being left on the table.

Dap and rep
Me just now realizing Black Dog was Big Boi's original rap name

Deeper than rap type shi

 

[L $ C]

I took Andre's verse as basically saying he's not interested in rapping because creatively they've shown they are the best and are basically battling the ghosts of themselves and creatively he's moved on. Meanwhile his relative (Big Boi) is too busy chasing money so wants to keep going strictly for financial reasons.

You ain't a hater? Can't tell
Either wish me well, go to hell, or go to Yale
Study human behavior so that you know who the hell
You dealin' with, ain't nutty, but the study gon' unveil
My relative in jail – ha! Stay engaged
To whatever make money, now he married to that cage
Divorce is not an option and prenuptial is void
Eat up whatever rapper, but I'm tangled in my cord (Hum)
Bored, kind of like a knight with the sword
Without dragon to battle, so I'm running from a shadow
An impossible feat and I repeat
An impossible feat and I repeat
An impossible feat and I repeat!
The damsels in distress, but they a mess
They only like my armor, and that I'm a performer

Then Big starts his verse off talking about how he thought you was a player (first album being Southernplayalistic), talking about subliminal shots and the line calling him Rumplestilskin and saying don't go against me Cain (his "brother" 3k) makes me think there was some merit to it.

Congratulations, I'm a player
I thought you were one too, but now I hear you loud and clear
Subliminal, criminal minded nikka, so be aware
Black dog broke out the pits and told yo' ass it's 'bout to tear
Intended for anyone fillin' out this application
An estimate is needed for your underestimation
I'm firin' on the spot, go back and check your calculations
Like a sniper in the bushes with that rifle, I've been patiently waitin'
Now that's a virtue – 'cause, p*ssy nikka, I'll hurt you
Like the president's approval rating by servin' yo' ass with words, fool
Slam yo' back to the curb, bruh, a sanitation worker
'Cause you're trash, I'm taking out the trash and all trash
Get mashed and compacted, because it's no longer valid
Go 'head – recycle, repackage, then put it back in my cabinet
Boy, that's germs, I'm fresh up out the store every time
That nikka the B-I-G go hard every rhyme
Crowns all around, I'm right after Martin Luther
No J-R-period, senior, 'cause Bamboo is Antwan Junior
Dungeon Family and biological's intact
Talk bad about the fam, catch diabolical attack
No gats or no raps, you get slapped about that
As a matter of fact, not fiction, Rumpelstiltskin, you wack
Decipher words just like the Code of Da Vinci
Don't go against me, Cain, I want you to go out there
Kill them marks and come back, is you with me?
Mighty-ighty-ighty-ighty-ighty-ighty O
The worse thing since crack cocaine distributed to the poor
By the government–oh, I meant, don't nobody know
Conspiracy theory, you be the judge, nobody's slow


Also add in that on other songs on the album Andre is making it clear he's done with rap and that's it time to move on to other things as well as Big Boi making multiple references that he can kill things on his own and to not sleep on him alone it was obvious this was the end of the Outkast chapter and as we found out later Big Boi wasn't happy about all the money being left on the table.

rep