Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Big Boi feat A$AP Rocky and Phantogram – “Lines”

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2012, A$AP Rocky, actor, Antwan André Patton, Antwan Patton, Atlanta, Big Boi, Billy Ocean, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Chief, Chris Carmouche, Daddy Fat Sax, December, Def Jam, Def Jam Recordings, Dungeon Family, East Point, Francis the Savannah Chitlin' Pimp, G-funk, General Patton, Georgia, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Hot Tub Tony, Jesus, Josh Carter, Key Yemaya Walker, keyboards, Lines, Manger, neo soul, Organized Noize, OutKast, Phantogram, Play Doh, Purple Ribbon, Purple Ribbon Records, R&B, Rakim Mayers, Rapper, Rapping, Raymond Murray, record producer, Rico Wade, Sarah Barthel, Savannah, Sgt. Slaughter, Sir Lucious L. Leftfoot, Sir Luscious Left Foot, song-writer, Soul, southern hip hop, Stankonia Recording, The Son of Chico Dusty, Tri-Cities High School, Vicious Lies And Dangerous Rumors

“Lines”
from Big Boi’s 2012 release Vicious Lies And Dangerous Rumors
Now that’s what I’m talking ’bout
Year of the ASAP Mob

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
Lines – tell them read between it
Tripping while I’m slipping, busy fighting off these demons
Listen while I’m spitting boy, you probably won’t believe it
But life is so terrific, tell them pinch me if I’m dreaming
Revenue’s what I get get, your b—h is what I did hit
And I’m bout my business, them pesos what I did get
Made a hit, had a fix, they saying you’s the shiznit
Tell them get off my diznick, you bucketheaded b—-es
Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time
He flippin to the bars so I’m only raising mine
Depending on the grind is the only way to shine
So I’m feeling like that odds is the only state of mind
And it’s finna give me peace, life up in these streets
Equipped with a piece, case you n—s wanted beef
Cause man gave us laws and God gave us time
It’s the art of storytelling and I’m only telling mine

New To You Music Sundays – Big Boi feat A$AP Rocky and Phantogram – “Lines”

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2012, A$AP Mob, A$AP Rocky, alternative hip hop, Andre 3000, Andre Patton, Antwan André Patton, Atlanta, Big Boi, Billy Ocean, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Chief, Daddy Fat Sax, Dungeon Family, East Point, Electronic rock, Francis the Savannah Chitlin' Pimp, General Patton, Georgia, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Music, Hot Tub Tony, Indie pop, Josh Carter, Key Yemaya Walker, keyboards, Lines, music, music video director, New To You Music Sundays, New York, New York City, OutKast, Phantogram, Rakim Mayers, Rapper, Rapping, Sarah Barthel, Saratoga Springs, Savannah, Sgt. Slaughter, Sir Lucious L. Leftfoot, southern hip hop, The Son of Chico Dusty, U.S., Underground hip hop, USA, Vicious Lies And Dangerous Rumors, West Savannah

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Andre 3000 – “Hey Ya!”

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2003, 3000, 3× Platinum, actor, alternative hip hop, Andre 3000, Andre 3K, Andre Benjamin, Andre Patton, Antwan André Patton, Arista, Atlanta, bass guitar, Benjamin André, Beyonce, Big Boi, Billy Ocean, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Cadillac, Carl Mo, Chief, Cutmaster Swiff, Daddy Fat Sax, dancer, Def Jam, Dojo5, Dookie Blossom Gain the 3rd, Dré, Dungeon Family, East Point, Francis the Savannah Chitlin' Pimp, Funk, G-funk, General Patton, Georgia, guitar, Hey Ya!, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Hot Tub Tony, Ice Cold, Johnny Vulture, Key Yemaya Walker, keyboards, LaFace, LaFace Records, Love, Lucy Lui, Mr. DJ, music, musician, neo soul, Organized Noize, OutKast, pop, Possum Aloysius Jenkins, Producer, R&B, Rapper, record producer, saxophone, Sgt. Slaughter, Sir Lucious L. Leftfoot, song-writer, songwriter, Soul, Speakerboxxx, Speakerboxxx/The Love Below, The Love Below, The Son of Chico Dusty, Three Stacks, U.S., United States, Vocals

[Intro]
One two three uh!

[Verse One – Andre 3000]
My baby don’t mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know for shooo..
Uh, But does she really wanna
But can’t stand to see me
Walk out the dooor..
don’t try to fight the feelin’
Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww..
Uh, thank god for mom and dad
For sticking two together
‘Cause we don’t know hooowww…
UH!

[Chorus:]
Heeeyyy… Yaaaaaaa..
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
Heeeyyy… Yaaaaaaa..
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
Heeeyyy… Yaaaaaaa..
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..
Heeeyyy… Yaaaaaaa..
Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa..

Hip Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Outkast – “B.O.B.”

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Verse 1:
Yeah!
Inslumnational Underground.
Thunder pounds,
when I stomp the ground.(Wooh)
Like a million elephants,
or silver back
Orangutans,
you can’t stop the train.
Who wants some?
Don’t come unprepared.
I’ll be there,
but when I leave there.
Better be a household name.
The weatherman tellin’ us
it ain’t gon’ rain.
So now we sittin in a drop top,
soaking wet.
In a silk suit trying
not to sweat.
Hittin’ somersaults with-
out the net.
But this’ll be the year that we
wont forget.
1-9-9-9!
Anno Domini,
anything goes!
Be what you want to be,
long as you know
consequences
are given for liv-
ing the fence is,
too high to jump in jail.
Too low to dig,
I might just touch hell.
HOT!