Questions Lyrics - Organized Konfusion

Yo, yo, yo, yo, Pharoahe 

Right, right 

Brother, why don't 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 niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin'? 

Them niggaz that be hollerin' is substitute, modelin' 

Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin' 

Swallowin' pride 

Never we be imperialistic 

Who rips shit without bein' materialistic 

Statistics show 

Ask miss, she know 

Just 'cause the niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow 

Right 

Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow 

What? Nigga, 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 I'm sendin' it 

Now your soul bubblin' brown sugar so you'll remember it 

Legitimate, imminent, crash course for illiterate 

From August to September, Prince is heavenly given it 

From center split, train of thoughts that's mad booty 

'Cause you twisted and rudey don't mean everything's 

Groovy when you hear it, the world's gonna feel it before I say it 

Now some pop some shit, but the labels get the big G's from sales 

(Whoo) 

Nobody sayin' shit it just smells 

Here's some Southside Saturday love like Shamelle's 

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 don't 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 niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin'? 

Them niggaz that be hollerin' be substitute, modelin' 

The niggaz with the skills forever keeps a followin' 

Swallowin' pride 

Never we be imperialistic 

Who rips shit without bein' materialistic 

Statistics show 

Ask Duke, he knows 

'Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow 

Hah 

'Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow 

Please, man, I done burned some of the most fattest MC's 

Like chromium percolinate, it's 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, c'mon) 

I'm movin' on all you punk, Bambino bastards 

Your style's 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 shit) 

For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with rhymes in mating season 

Creating shit never before made it 

I'm makin' hybrids, created potent enough to open eyelids 

And leave pupils dilated, stress is alleviated 

Now it's 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 don't 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 niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin'? 

The niggaz that be hollerin' is substitute, modelin' 

Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin' 

Swallowin' pride 

Never we be imperialistic 

Who rips shit without bein' materialistic 

Statistics show 

Ask miss, she know 

Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow 

That's right 

Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow