Questions

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'

The **** with skills or them **** who be hollerin'?

Them **** that be hollerin' is substitute modelin'

**** with skills always and forever keeps a following

Swallowin' pride, ever we be imperialistic

Who rips shit without bein' materialistic

Statistics show, ask Miss, she know

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

Right , 'cause them **** got dough don't mean they got that flow

What? ****, 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 givin' it

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

'Cause you twisted and rudie don't mean every's groovy

When you hear it, the world's gonna feel it before I sing it

Now some pop shit, but the labels get the big Gs from sales

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, keep it naughty like Treach

Ah, 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'

The **** with skills or the **** that be hollerin'?

The **** that be hollerin' be substitute modelin'

The **** with the skills forever keeps a following

Swallowin' pride, ever we be imperialistic

Who rips shit without bein' materialistic

Statistics show, ask Duke, he know

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

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

Please, man, I done burned some of the most fattest MCs

Like chromium percolinate

It's not even tangible for them to understand it all the way

It takes soul to make a crowd animate it

Prince stated, "Hey, wait till we get off that label"

And I waited twelve months for the perfect opportunity

To thump, bump, something loved for my community

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 to find clever words

Thus waiting never for 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, sir)

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'

The **** with skills or them **** who be hollerin'?

The **** that be hollerin' is substitute modelin'

**** with skills always and forever keeps a following

Swallowin' pride, ever we be imperialistic

Who rips shit without bein' materialistic

Statistics show, ask Miss, she know

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

That's right, 'cause the **** got dough don't mean they got that flow