Question lyrics

Artist  : Danja Mowf 
Song : Question



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[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?