Tech N9ne - Questions Lyrics
The name of this mother*****er is called Questions (ha)Rough Draft (ha ha, tell em)QDIII did the beat (all day all night)Whassup to everybody out there in L.A.What's really goin on?Why do I do the things I do?Why so many questions?What am I doing?I talk to myself... when there's no-one to talk toI wanna ask me a question:When am I gonna make it up out of a hellish and devilish way?When are you gonna make mill-ions with the dividends;when are you gonna make ends generate wait?Who in the hell, left the gate open? Do you wanna sell?Is everybody on wavelength like us?Why do I rip it in half, doobie kick ass with backwardsattach isssh like ?hap ut eallavik?Can you wait a minute? Can you slow it up a little bitNina so I can get up in it?But did you really wanna dabble in fanatical supernaturallyrically radical milli minutes, I'm about to begin itCan I get some, can I spit some, which one?When am I gonna get off this trip?Can I take another peel, why do I feellike I'm a sick individual in the room, poppin off at the lip?Do you, feel me? Do you do voodoo really?Did you get it? Did you want a real epidemic?Will you let me run up in it?What's the word; is it absurd? What is that isssh you heard?Was it real, is it real, was it really real?Tech9ne in it to win it besides QDThird occurredWho's the worst, who's rastafari?You never livin never sure it's Selassie I the Firstbrother on the planet Earth, who? Do you wanna flow;what you wanna do?How can I be in the zone like this, gone like this?How can I break the obsession?In the middle of it all, when I snap back, step backand ask myself; what, why do
