Here Big Boi and Andre rant about the hard issue of promiscuous women, and how this...trend will come to have a negative impact on future generations. The two appear pretty like-minded on this topic, and while their precautioning can come off as anything from the harshest of ****-shaming to overprotective father vibes, I think their hearts are generally in the right place, so I just treat this as the 1996 community-minded precursor to Chris Brown's "Loyal" that it is. It's a joy to listen to man. Not everyone was able to overcome these obstacles though and simply bop, with Superiore flat-out declaring it "their worst song." Without his bottom-level score, we would have seen this landing in the top 25, HOWEVER this also would have placed it a slot above a track which I feel sounds similar but simply better, so clearly everything happens for a season.
Choice lyrical nugget: "Oh yes I love her like Egyptian, want a description? / My royal highness / So many pluses when I bust that there can’t be no minus / Went from yelling crickets and crows / Bitches and hoes to queen thangs / Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs"
I'm really sorry, actually. I knew that, as I'm not familiar as all of you with most of this tracks, my votes would've hardly conformed to the general averages.
Maybe you all can appreciate songs like Jazzy Belle right cause you know better their whole history. Obviously, my purpose wasn't trolling this
I'm really sorry, actually. I knew that, as I'm not familiar as all of you with most of this tracks, my votes would've hardly conformed to the general averages.
Maybe you all can appreciate songs like Jazzy Belle right cause you know better their whole history. Obviously, my purpose wasn't trolling this
No you are GREAT! Do you see how high these averages are even with your non-conformism?
OMG! I didn't realize until now, but looks like the bookends of Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik are finally meeting up. Unlike the outro which gently escorts us away from the intensity of the world we've just spent an hour inside, "Myintrotoletuknow" starts us off with a BANG! It's not technically the first song on the album after "Peaches (Intro)," but the RAPID FIRE sput here by Big and Dre lets us know more than 1 thing: there's the subject matter which will dominate the conversation during the 15 tracks to follow -- namely weed, cadillacs, and pimpin -- but more importantly that they deserve our UTMOST attention. There's a lot going on here, and all the craziness acts as a preview to the development of some of their more experimental and emotionally out-there tendencies.
+ hahahaha Jameson's middling score still cudn't INFLUENCE the other voters not to say nice things about it!
Choice lyrical nugget: "Time and time again see I be thinking about that future / Back in the days when we was slaves I bet we was some cool ass ****** / But now we vultures, slam my ***** back out / To make his ass black out, or even pull your ****ing heater / To make his whole crew believers, you're harder than a bitch full of dicks / But that don't be sounding like King **** to me / See now in the ghetto or should I be saying Lakewood / You better be strapped cause them ****** over there just ain't good"
Why does Gangsta Boo need to be a part of Three 6 Mafia when she's cool with OutKast? We're a little mad about this one, the aforementioned lady of rage totally thrashes Masada for the title of Top 2 Verses by a Female on a Mainstream Dungeon Family Record and our favorite duo (mostly Andre tbh)'s overtly Prince~ly tendencies are just enough to make me squeal. That popping beat, like sumthin simmering in a cauldron, on top of the guys ceasing to be assholes and getting their gentlemen on >>>>>>... not to even mention its swift transition into the greatest song of all time.
Top 40, wut wut.
Choice lyrical nugget: "Whatcha mean dog, telling a playa like Boo to call before I come / You a game I'm ****ing on you for fun / Join the bandwagon ***** it's a Gangsta Boo party / Everybody wanna join, come and freak wit somebody / Riding Jaguars, riding Prowlers all sports cars / Hitting strip bars wit the top down, **** y'all / GROUPIE -- you need to be glad you even KNEW ME / DO ME, and tell all my friends you truly BLEW ME / BITCHH"
I'm sorry to all, been a little busy with things going on in the middle of the day (that's when I take the time to format + type up all the descriptors) + then we have extended traffic-hoggers like the Most Influential Members thread, but we will get this back up and running smoothly.
Anyway doe, THANK YOU GUYS FOR GIVING THIS THREAD MORE VIEWS THAN SYG
Though this track is not as good as Katy Perry's 'Birthday', or even 'Part of Me', it's one of what feels like several tracks that could potentially close out ATLiens if need be, on the real "Millennium" would probably do a better job at it than "E.T." Andre starts us off lamenting a changing world and asking for guidance on how to handle it. After a deceptively catchy wordless chorus, we move on to Big Boi who DRAGS all white people. Planets and stars interlock with hoes, clothes, and cars; really, this track does an excellent job of summing up just WHO OutKast ... are.
Choice lyrical nugget: "A monster truck done came and ran over my picket fences / I had the best of life in my clenches, but monkey wrenches was thrown / Like chairs kings sit on, my prayers seem to long / I fall asleep before the ending, don't even get to say Amen"
Stankonia having the most tracks out thus far. This extended outro — finishing with a very sexy round average — doubles as the title track to their last REAL album together (), and sees the duo at very close to their most experimental. No rapping on display here; it's all about the mood, with towers and towers of alien voices congealing into a weird funk of spacy sex music. No matter how out-of-this-world things get though, every time they go back to that refrain of "Stankl0000ve," it's like coming home. I really dare you to find another track #24 off of ANY album that's as good as this.
Choice lyrical nugget: "In the burning chill of pleasure we bathe / Engulfing, encompassing like a cataclysmic shockwave / Of an impact so deep, but not one of destruction / But of creation, elation in the re-making"