text: Yuh
  Uh-huh
  Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
  Horoscopes often lie
  And sometimes, Y
  Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
  Nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain
  Its him and I: Aquemini
  Yeah
  Now is the time to get on—like Spike Lee said, Get on the Bus
  Go get your work and keep your beeper chirping—its a must
  Is you on that dust or corn starch? Familiar with that smack, man?
  The music is like that green stuff provided to you by sack-man
  Pacman, how in the fuck you think we gon do that, man?
  Riding round Old National on eighteens without no gat, man
  Im strapped, man, and ready to bust on any nigga like that, man
  Me and my nigga, we roll together like Batman and Robin
  We prayed together through hard times, swung hard when it was fitting
  But now, we tapping the brakes from all them corners that we be bending
  In Volkswagens and Bonnevilles, Chevrolets and Coupe de Villes
  If you aint got no rims, nigga, dont get no wood-grain steering wheel, for real 
  You can go on and chill out and still build
  Let your paper stack stead of going into overkill
  And pay your fuckin beeper bill, bitch
  Yeah
  Yuh, yuh 
  Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
  Horoscopes often lie
  And sometimes, Y
  Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
  And nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain
  Its him and I: Aquemini
  Twice upon a time, there was a boy who died
  Lived happily ever after, but thats another chapter
  Live from home of the brave, with dirty dollars
  Beauty parlors, baby ballers, bowling-ball Impalas
  Street scholars, majoring in culinary arts—
  You know, how to work bread, cheese, and dough from scratch
  But, see, the catch is you can get caught
  Know what you selling, what you bought, so cut that big talk
  Lets walk to the bridge—meet me halfway
  Now you may see some children dead off in the pathway
  Its them poor babies walking slowly to the candy lady
  Its looking bad—
  Need some hope like the words maybe, if, or probably
  More than a hobby
  When my turntables get wobbly, they dont fall
  Im sorry, yall, I often drift—Im talking gift
  So when it comes, you never look the horse inside its grill
  Of course, you know I feel like the bearer of bad news
  Dont want to be it, but its needed, so what have you?
  Now, question: Is every nigga with dreads for the cause?
  Is every nigga with golds for the fall?
  Naww, so dont get caught up in appearance
  Its OutKast, Aquemini: another Black experience
  Okay
  Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
  Horoscopes often lie
  And sometimes, Y
  Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
  Nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain
  Its him and I: Aquemini
  The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax, the nigga that like them Cadillacs
  I stay down with these streets cause these streets is where my folks at
  Better know that, some say we pro-Black, but we professional
  We missed a lot of church, so the music is our confessional
  Get off the testicles and the nutsacks, you bust round, we bust back
  G—Get back for real niggas thats out here tryna spit facts
  You ear that? You cant come near that, maybe you need to quit 
  Because Aquemini is Aquarius and the Gemini running shit
  Like this, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  My mind warps and bends, floats the wind, count to ten
  Meet the twin, André Ben, welcome to the lions den
  Original skin, many men comprehend
  I extend myself, so you go out and tell a friend
  Sin all depends on what you believing in
  Faith is what you make it—thats the hardest shit since MC Ren
  Alien can blend right on in with your kin
  Look again, cause I swear, I spot one every now and then
  Its happening again, wish I could tell you when
  André, this is André, yall are just gon have to make amends
  Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
  Horoscopes often lie
  And sometimes, Y
  Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
  And nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain
  Its him and I: Aquemini
  Master: Finally, Igor! Weve done it, weve done it!
  Igor: Yes, master! Yes, master!
  Master: Igor, weve done it!
  Both: Uh-oh