“ATLliens” is a song by the legendary Atlanta rap duo OutKast from their 1996 album ATLiens

Comprised of Big Boi and Andre 3000, OutKast is my personal favorite rap duo of all time, with Mobb Deep as a very close runner up. Come to think of it, that would be a fun ranking blog to do at some point in the future, and I probably will

Anyway, I think the main reason I consider OutKast the best rap duo ever is because of their versatility. Their early stuff, like this, set the bar for what a rap duo should sound like. There is something so awesome about that southern accent while spitting creative bars like, “I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenails” that just puts them in a league of their own

They then went on to have a bunch of radio hits later in their career, like “Ms. Jackson”, “Hey Ya”, “Roses” etc. and although some people try to say they sold out with these songs, I disagree. Times change, musicians mature, and it’s not their fault they made some catchy ass songs that led to heavy radio play

Big Boi and Andre 3000 are truly jacks of all trades, and I thank thank them for their ATLien invasion of earth that has lead to a lot of great music over the years. So as a sign of respect, I suggest we all throw our hands in the air, and wave em like we just don’t care

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Lyrics

Well it’s the M – I – crooked letter, ain’t no one better

And when I’m on the microphone you best to wear your sweater

Cause I’m cooler than a polar bear’s toenails

Oh hell, there he go again talking that shit

Bend, corner’s like I was a curve, I struck a nerve

And now you bout to see this Southern player serve

I heard it’s not where you’re from but where you pay rent

Then I heard it’s not what you make but how much you spent

You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I’m not worried

Cause when we step up in the party, like I’m out-you-scurry

So go get your fuckin’ shine box, and your sack of nickles

It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles

Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I

It’s that same motherfucker that took them knuckles to your eye

And I try, to warn you not to test but you don’t listen

Giving the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave ’em like you just don’t care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave ’em like you just don’t care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation

To the female gender, ain’t nothin better

Let me know when it’s wet enough to enter

If not I’ll wait, because the future of the world depends on

If or if not the child we raise gon’ have that nigga syndrome

Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone

I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on

Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone

The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky

Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain’t no lie

I’ll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie

Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?

Now everybody say

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave ’em like you just don’t care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave ’em like you just don’t care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school

Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool

Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)

Honey I’m home but I’m not married

Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated

And now I’m sitting at the end of the month I just made it

Like you made the B team

And like the daddy’s wife you making the coffee

You heard the A-T-L-iens

So back the hell up off me

Softly as if I played piano in the dark

Found a way to channel my anger not to embark

The world’s a stage and everybody’s got to play their part

God works in mysterious ways so when he starts

The job of speaking through us we be so sincere with this here

No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day

Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon

That never runs out of ammunition so I’m ready for war okay

No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day

Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon

That never runs out of ammunition so I’m ready for war okay

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave ’em like you just don’t care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer

Now throw your hands in the air

And wave ’em like you just don’t care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yea-yer