technical DJ abilities... is quite a thing to argue about.
but the scratching from .01 seconds of this song, till the end.. is just godlike DJing ability that i cant think of anyone touching. The DJ dont stop scratching for a SINGLE second.. u gotta listen to it .
just listen to the background scratching... if u had ANY CLUE about dj'ing u would understand how technically DIVINE. it is.
fucking outkast back in the early nineties... unreal... so sad how they turned out recently.
Wheelz of Steel " by outkast" the best hip-hop song of all time, with Immortal Technique as the best RAP artist of all time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9TCamdb ... re=related
listen to the lyrics... so sublime and to the point of our "fast paced world", alot of "ghetto" metaphor, not too easy to undrestand in terms of terminology though, so feel free to ask
Uhh
As I sit in my b-boy stance
With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants
We finna enhance your brain, check it out
Verse One: Big Boi, Andre
Once upon a time not long ago
When the playa from the Pointe didn't have no flow
A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin to the sto'
Caught a nigga slippin, but now I lay it to the flo'
just like carbon, cuz I got the heat in my rhythm
Momma nay not, never braggin just to stay knot
Even when I was a younger lad I learned my lesson
Never talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions
The Pope and his folks got us under a scope
But for unknown reasons cuz we don't sell dope
That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine
activity, my soliloquoy, may be hard for some to swallow
But so is cod liver oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa constricted, on my soul that they call
Chorus: Andre
Touched by the wheelz of steel...
Now show me how you feel...
Touched by the wheelz of steel...
Now show me how you feel...
Verse Two: Big Boi, Andre
It took your momma nine months to make it
But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it
Cut that kronk clean up I did, but I did so not safely
Don't want no AIDS, *clapping* no claps, or no rabies
Yo, we take no shit, like ummm, stopped up commodes
Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks
Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle
We won't be able to ride out till two thousand fo'
But not for long cuz we got a better sack to serve
Tryin to take you other people for your rims at the curb
Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go head, go head
More head for me, while you ride to the beat
Drop, like Tears, like For Fears, you know
Shout Shout let it all out, just for my peers
And pupils who feel like it's time to unwind
Like December 31st, on nineteen-ninety-nine
Chorus
Verse Three: Andre
Okay, like this, yeah yeah
One time for my boy doing King shit
Two times for Legit and it don't quit
Three times for my folks in the drop top
Four times OutKast and it don't stop
One time for my cuz doing Queen thangs
Dead fresh to the teeth eatin chicken wings
Three times for my guhls in the beauty shop
Four times OutKast and it don't stop
*long interlude, Chorus again (fade
