Question Lyrics - Singles - Danja Mowf

[mowf's grandfather] 

I've never had any uhh.. 

Healthy degree of respect for, rappers 

Because they was rappin the wrong kind of thing.. 

Or that old bad language, foul language 

I never cared for that.. bad language 

I don't care if you make ten million dollars a day 

It ain't worth it 

What does it profit a man to gain the whole world 

And lose his soul? nothing 

Rap about that 

[danja mowf] 

Yo, just a thought but I was wondering 

What if underground were to hit, would commercial be the shit? 

A universal role-reversal -- imagine that 

Where a cipher's too commercial and some corny rap is fat 

Would hammer then get props, and did ras kass sell out? 

Your moms pumping organized konfusion through the house? 

St. ide's was a soda and they legalized the blunts 

And everybody smoked em and the president had fronts 

Would niggaz sportin afros and dreads and the braids 

Switch to jheri curls, and high-top fades? 

And rappin bout the streets wasn't cool 

The underground would pump non-violence, safe sex, stay in school 

So who? be real, could you choose? (nah) 

When re-al-ity and commercial-ity both fuse? 

But I've got news check it out we're on the way (what? ) 

To making this happen everyday, so I say 

Question: do you have to be from the hood 

In order, to know, how to rap good? 

Question: do you have to pack a tec-9 

Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme? 

Question: do you you have to be a gang banger 

Or drug slanger, to be a rap singer? 

Question: do you have to be an alcoholic 

Or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene? 

Check it out, I was chillin in my crib 

With my hand on the dial, bout to watch a video for a while 

Freestyle rules, yes indeed 

The song's about hustlers, smokin mad weed 

And how many gats you can tote in your coat 

And how quick you pull it, and discharge the bullet 

Are real o.g.'s, the real mc's? 

A brother out the pen with the pen writin sin 

Can you tell me then -- if you knows why the do's always close 

When I shows with my demos, suppose it's the clothes (nah) 

Shoulda choose those timbo's 

Or talked about some hoes in my flows (that's how it goes) 

Yo it's cool if you live that 

If I can't relate, are my rhymes less fat? 

Cause I'm not a hustler, a gangster, a player or a g 

I'm just an mc bein me, so I ask 

Question: do you have to be from the hood 

In order, to know, how to rap good? 

Question: do you have to pack a tec-9 

Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme? 

Question: do you you have to be a gang banger 

Or drug slanger, to be a rap singer? 

Question: do you have to be an alcoholic 

Or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene? 

I don't wanna sell my soul to go gold 

Or pack a gat to umm, go plat-i-numm 

If my pockets fat then umm, let it be from how I come 

A smart intellectu-al, poet of the streets 

Recitin over beats, representin with the pen 

I don't pack nines, but known to carry tens 

In fingers, ten funk bringers, they known to bring 

Funk to a punk like a trunk full of skunk, pee-eww 

I see you, peek-a-boo, who 

Got a weaker crew, here's a technique or two 

Pay-per-view nigga, for the true niggaz, not the ones 

Pullin triggers but the ones whose the father figures 

Whoa, that's a radical idea, imagine that 

But who would wanna hear 

Somethin in they ear positive 

Instead of somethin glorifyin just how triflin they live, so.. 

Question: do you have to be from the hood 

In order, to know, how to rap good? 

Question: do you have to pack a tec-9 

Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme? 

Question: do you you have to be a gang banger 

Or drug slanger, to be a rap singer? 

Question: do you have to be an alcoholic 

Or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?