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Questions - Organized Konfusion
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Pharoahe
Right, right
Brother, why dont you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they followin?
(Uhh)
The ****** with skills or them ****** who be hollerin?
Them ****** that be hollerin is substitute, modelin
****** with skills always and forever keeps a followin
Swallowin pride
Never we be imperialistic
Who rips *** * without bein materialistic
Statistics show
Ask miss, she know
Just cause the ****** got dough dont mean they got that flow
Right
Just cause them *** *** got dough dont mean they got that flow
What? *****, you can consider it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it
Ride for a little bit, feel how your inner get
From internet, intellect, vibes that Im sendin it
Now your soul bubblin brown sugar so youll remember it
Legitimate, imminent, crash course for illiterate
From August to September, Prince is heavenly given it
From center split, train of thoughts thats mad booty
Cause you twisted and rudey dont mean everythings
Groovy when you hear it, the worlds gonna feel it before I say it
Now some pop some ****, but the labels get the big Gs from sales
(Whoo)
Nobody sayin **** it just smells
Heres some Southside Saturday love like Shamelles
My syndicate is tight, quite right for these times
Contradictin all the hype, the berry-more-black shines
All mine, fine wines to dine rhymes
For forty projects, keepin it naughty like Treach
Ahh, yo, Prince
Yes, sir
My brother, why dont you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they followin?
(Right)
The * ***** with skills or them ****** who be hollerin?
Them ****** that be hollerin be substitute, modelin
The ****** with the skills forever keeps a followin
Swallowin pride
Never we be imperialistic
Who rips **** without bein materialistic
Statistics show
Ask Duke, he knows
Cause them ***** * got dough dont mean they got that flow
Hah
Cause them ****** got dough dont mean they got that flow
Please, man, I done burned some of the most fattest MCs
Like chromium percolinate, its not even tangible for them
To understand the holy weight, it takes soul to make a crowd animated
Prince stated, hey, wait til we get off that label
And I waited twelve months for the perfect opportunity
(Twelve months)
To thump, bump somethin loved by my community
(Thump, bump, cmon)
Im movin on all you punk, Bambino bastards
Your styles depleted like muscles without amino acids
I blast kids with mass times matter
Forever clingin to endeavors defined, clever words
Thus waiting never, frustrating verbs to rip
My rap ratings eradicate
( Eradicate ****)
For me to take rhythms and mate em with rhymes in mating season
Creating **** never before made it
Im makin hybrids, created potent enough to open eyelids
And leave pupils dilated, stress is alleviated
Now its easier plus economically feasible
For me to leave rap listeners queasy and inebriated
We made it, we came, dedicated, we rated supreme
Even with or without the cream
Yo, yo, Pharoahe
Yes, sit
Brother, why dont you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
Nah, I got a question, in hip-hop who they followin?
(Uhh)
The ****** with skills or them ****** who be hollerin?
The ****** that be hollerin is substitute, modelin
****** with skills always and forever keeps a followin
Swallowin pride
Never we be imperialistic
Who rips **** without bein materialistic
Statistics show
Ask miss, she know
Just cause them ****** got dough dont mean they got that flow
Thats right
Just cause them ****** got dough dont mean they got that flow