Look this is tha way i c it,……. when u look into another
 persons eyes u c more than just a pupil, u can peer into
 thier soul.

Come on ppple if u have ever had a boy/girl friend and u
have truly had an intament momment...were u can c in thier eyes
........that they love u.

Or if someones lieing to u, y do u think that they turn thier
eyes away. Because unless, they have mad skill, thier lips
 can move all they want, but ur eyes will sell them out that ur lying.
Now,  tha way im writing this poem,  is as if ur having a conversation
with ur self.

The way i c it everyone has had a converstion with themself,
 eighter to hipe ur self up or to confront an issue...like
 damnit malik y didnt u talk to her damn....hehehe...
or if ur really crazy u do it on a daliy basis...
example...hi malik ...oh hey malik how our u …..
yeah that’s krazy ...... ill hit u u wit a poem when im done

Artist: OutKast

Album:  ATLiens

Song:   Jazzy Belle



Verse One: Andre



Yeah

Oh yes I love her like Egyptian, want a description, my royal  highness

So many plusses when I bust that there can’t be no minus

Went from yellin crickets and crows, bitches and hoes to queen thangs

Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs

like Kilroy, chill boi because them folks might think you soft

talkin like that, man fuck them niggaz I’m goin off

and comin right back, like boomerangs when you throw em

With these old ghetto poems, Bankhead is better for em

When they can let they throw em, down from hitchikin and bitin niggaz

until the temple they call the body, now everybody got it

Had it, talked about it amongst they friends

Comin around my crew lookin Jazzy, wanna pretend

like you Ms. Goodie, Four-Shoes, even Bo knew, that you got caught

like accupuncture patients while our nation is a boat

Straight sinkin, I hate thinkin that these the future mommas

of our chillun, they fuckin a different nigga every time

they get the feelin to, I’m willin to go the extra kilo-meter

just to see my senorita get her pillow

on the side of my bed where no good ever stay

House and doctor was the games we used to play

but now it’s real Jazzy Belle...



Verse Two: Big Boi



See what if you was a playa real playa not no slouch

Havin the very best of life lots of steak and Perignon

Smokin an ounce of weed yeah every single day was personal FreakNik

Freakin these hoes in Polo clothes life as you conceived it

but your conception, deception, lookin into your watch I see

you weapon and it’s depressin, they’re diggin up in your thighs

leavin deposits keep your closets open not your boots and drawers

Hopin to get you sprung like bell-bottoms, steadily callin me Antwan

cause you thinkin that you my lady bitch don’t play me cause you’re chanky

I wanted to hit that ass but me and the Goodie we got danky

So thank thee, you runnin that Southerplayalistic game

You was the only one to blame, a nigga don’t even know yo’ name

it’s a shame, you crackin em up and fuckin a nigga like Tupac up

I’m leavin these foes to be the flowers and wake don’t get me see

I gotta be feedin my daughter, teach her to be that Natural Woman

Cause you’ll be Waiting to Exhale while you other hoes be

Dumb and Dumber, yeah you know what I’m sayin?



Verse Three: Andre, Big Boi



One two, yessss, ummkay, check this out right here now

See me ain’t no good, in the black on black ‘Llac no star

Windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are

Talk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap like bra

Strap stickin together like grandma and grandpa-pa

In this dog eat dog world, kitty cats be scratchin on my

furry coat to curl, up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bits

I want to earl, cause most of the girls that we was likin

in high school, now they dykein *laughin*



Havin no mercy for the disrespect-ful ones, some

be hangin around the crew lookin for funds, dumb

deaf and