Song of the Day #3,590: ‘Ms. Jackson’ – Outkast

In contrast to my last three selections, Outkast is a band I’ve featured on the blog several times already. And today’s 2000 album, Stankonia, is at least somewhat familiar to me.

Stankonia is the Atlanta rap duo’s fourth studio album. They would follow it up with 2003’s Speakerboxxx/The Love Below (essentially two solo albums packaged as a double album under the band’s name) and 2006’s Idlewild (a soundtrack album to a film Big Boi and Andre 3000 starred in). Then they split up.

It was a relatively short run for one of the most acclaimed and creative rap acts ever, but they left behind some great music. Stankonia is their crowning achievement, an epic blend of hip-hop, funk, blues and rock that finds room for humorous interludes, social commentary and heartfelt emotion.

I have trouble getting into most modern rap, but I have no trouble recognizing the greatness of this album. That said, I remember listening to it a bit when it came out but I haven’t revisited it since. It’s the best of its genre, but that genre just isn’t my thing.

[Intro: André 3000]
Yeah, this one right here goes out
To all the baby’s mamas’ mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas’ mamas
Yeah, go like this

[Hook: André 3000]
I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
My baby drama mama don’t like me
She be doin’ things like havin’ them boys come from her neighborhood to the studio, tryna fight me
She need to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out
That’s my house, I’ll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a pay check
Private school, daycare, shit, medical bills—I pay that
I love your mom and everything
But see, I ain’t the only one who laid down
She wanna rib you up to start a custody war
My lawyers stay down
Shit, you never got a chance to hear my side of the story
We was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child’s birthday
I ain’t invited, despite it
I show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

[Hook]
I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

[Bridge: André 3000]
Me and your daughter got a special thing goin’ on
You say it’s puppy love, we say it’s full-grown
Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever
You can plan a pretty picnic
But you can’t predict the weather, Ms. Jackson

[Verse 2: André 3000]
Ten times out of nine, now if I’m lyin’, find
The quickest muzzle, throw it on my mouth and I’ll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing
Together dream ’bout that crib with the Goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever ever, forever ever?
Forever never seems that long until you’re grown
And notice that the day-by-day ruler can’t be too wrong
Ms. Jackson, my intentions were good, I wish I could
Become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder
Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he
Askin’ what happened to the feelin’ that her and me had
I pray so much about it, need some knee pads
It happened for a reason, one can’t be mad
So know this, know that everything’s cool
And yes, I will be present on the first day of school
And graduation

[Hook]
I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

[Verse 3: Big Boi]
“Look at the way he treats me”
Shit, look at the way you treat me
You see, your little nosy-ass homegirls
Done got your ass sent up the creek, G
Without a paddle, you left to straddle and ride this thing on out
And I knew you and your girl ain’t speakin’ no more
‘Cause my dick all in her mouth
Know what I’m talkin’ about?
Jealousy, infidelity, envy, cheating, beating
In the year two to the G, they be the same thing
So who you placin’ the blame on?
You keep on singin’ the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama

[Hook]
I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

2 thoughts on “Song of the Day #3,590: ‘Ms. Jackson’ – Outkast

  1. Dana Gallup says:

    I know Outkast’s music was well-received and this song is catchier than most rap, but for those infrequent times when I am 8n the mood for hip-hop, I’m going to reach for Eminem over this or anything else.

  2. Andrea katz says:

    Bawdy!

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