Danja Mowf - Question Lyrics
[mowfs grandfather]Ive never had any uhh..Healthy degree of respect for, rappersBecause they was rappin the wrong kind of thing..Or that old bad language, foul languageI never cared for that.. bad languageI dont care if you make ten million dollars a dayIt aint worth itWhat does it profit a man to gain the whole worldAnd lose his soul? nothingRap about that[danja mowf]Yo, just a thought but I was wonderingWhat if underground were to hit, would commercial be the shit?A universal role-reversal -- imagine thatWhere a ciphers too commercial and some corny rap is fatWould hammer then get props, and did ras kass sell out?Your moms pumping organized konfusion through the house?St. ides was a soda and they legalized the bluntsAnd everybody smoked em and the president had frontsWould niggaz sportin afros and dreads and the braidsSwitch to jheri curls, and high-top fades?And rappin bout the streets wasnt coolThe underground would pump non-violence, safe sex, stay in schoolSo who? be real, could you choose? (nah)When re-al-ity and commercial-ity both fuse?But Ive got news check it out were on the way (what? )To making this happen everyday, so I sayQuestion: do you have to be from the hoodIn order, to know, how to rap good?Question: do you have to pack a tec-9Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?Question: do you you have to be a gang bangerOr drug slanger, to be a rap singer?Question: do you have to be an alcoholicOr a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?Check it out, I was chillin in my cribWith my hand on the dial, bout to watch a video for a whileFreestyle rules, yes indeedThe songs about hustlers, smokin mad weedAnd how many gats you can tote in your coatAnd how quick you pull it, and discharge the bulletAre real o.g.s, the real mcs?A brother out the pen with the pen writin sinCan you tell me then -- if you knows why the dos always closeWhen I shows with my demos, suppose its the clothes (nah)Shoulda choose those timbosOr talked about some hoes in my flows (thats how it goes)Yo its cool if you live thatIf I cant relate, are my rhymes less fat?Cause Im not a hustler, a gangster, a player or a gIm just an mc bein me, so I askQuestion: do you have to be from the hoodIn order, to know, how to rap good?Question: do you have to pack a tec-9Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?Question: do you you have to be a gang bangerOr drug slanger, to be a rap singer?Question: do you have to be an alcoholicOr a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?I dont wanna sell my soul to go goldOr pack a gat to umm, go plat-i-nummIf my pockets fat then umm, let it be from how I comeA smart intellectu-al, poet of the streetsRecitin over beats, representin with the penI dont pack nines, but known to carry tensIn fingers, ten funk bringers, they known to bringFunk to a punk like a trunk full of skunk, pee-ewwI see you, peek-a-boo, whoGot a weaker crew, heres a technique or twoPay-per-view nigga, for the true niggaz, not the onesPullin triggers but the ones whose the father figuresWhoa, thats a radical idea, imagine thatBut who would wanna hearSomethin in they ear positiveInstead of somethin glorifyin just how triflin they live, so..Question: do you have to be from the hoodIn order, to know, how to rap good?Question: do you have to pack a tec-9Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?Question: do you you have to be a gang bangerOr drug slanger, to be a rap singer?Question: do you have to be an alcoholicOr a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?
