E.T. (Extraterrestrial) – English Lyrics

• By: Outkast

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the cosmic world of OutKast with "E.T. (Extraterrestrial)," a track that transcends typical hip-hop narratives. Through its thought-provoking lyrics, you can explore nuanced English expressions related to identity, societal critique, and personal resilience. This song offers a unique blend of Southern vernacular and profound introspection, making it an excellent piece to understand the depth and versatility of the English language in a poetic and engaging context.

[English]

Peep what I say

Everyday the sun sets just like clockwork

To put the Glock to work

And putting the body to standstills

Man it kills me

Taking that life is like taking a shit

Hit or miss, niggas are playing God

Trying to rob and steal

That's why you gotta guard yo' grill

Like a barbecue 'cause them harming you

Are just like honeybees swarming you

Vocally arming you was my responsibility

It's killing me thinking that all these niggas see they flauging

Thinking they Steven Seagal and balling

Falling to the wayside when you try to call, I've fallen

When we was little nappy headed niggas in the projects

But now they carjacks, wait on income tax and unsafe sex

Still yet they tend to flex, like solo for the lo-lo

Smoke same thing, no-no, not this time

Niggas around my way can rhyme

So fuck that country shit, we done a bunch of shit

And yes you heard of this out of this world like E.T.

Coming across yo' T.V

Extraterrestrial, straight from A-T-L

Are you alien?

Out of this world

Are you alien?

Out of this world

Right now I'm smiling, taking advantage of this moment

'Cause there might not be another soon

Holding on to memories like roller coaster handle bars

Tightly 'cause I'm slightly off my rocker

But to you I may appear to be yo' average Joe

But little do you know that even Joe got problems that he gots to joust with

Floating in this game of life despite how out of place you may feel

In this race oh you just can't quit

Ain't that a bitch that be in heat

I'm on the beat like cops

Only cultivate the stable dirt when I skeet my drops

No concentrating knocking other niggas out the box

Why? 'Cause in a sense see we all be kind of fly

Just can't be scared to spread yo' wings, head to better things

Maybe the mockingbird and nightingale they want to sing

Keeping this thing alive, to the table's what we bring

We like hailstorms and blizzards in the middle of the spring

Extraterrestrial, out of this world

Are you alien?

Out of this world

Are you alien?

Out of this world