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Questions
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Questions was released on July 29, 1997 by Suave House as a part of the album Suave House
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Release DateJuly 29, 1997
LabelSuave House
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

Lyrics

Questions
They all know the name and they all know the voice
But they don't know the face and that's just how you know it's me
Alright, picture a dark room, I'm sitting at a desk
Puffing on a blunt, bumping this in my headset
Prepare to catch wreck, ready to accept
The next who wan' try and test the vet from T-E-X
Confess up and get messed up like Mitch Green
What I'm writing got 'em fighting from here to Beijing
So swing along if you can sway with the hard disk
Leave me alone on the microphone cordless
Started a rapper and I plan to end just that
Give me the fortune and you can take the fame back
Wack MC's kill me with that flyness
But y'all can die quick, now watch how fly that I get
The elegant, intelligent, forever bent
Suave House Federation, I represent
See, I believe that it's a gift and not a myth
It just depends on how you use it and who you hit
Flip the script, turn the page, check my index
A Mac out the Southwest getting his future set
Suspect fools make moves and get interrogated
Now they wondering, "Can I really make it?"
Tell me why you in the industry
You keep it real but it's your attitude I'm questioning
I see the fakeness in your eyes
Stop telling lies all the time
Be true to everything that you do when you rhyme
Tell me why you in the industry
You keep it real but it's your attitude I'm questioning
I see the fakeness in your eyes
Stop telling lies all the time
Be true to everything that you do when you rhyme
Tell me how you keep it real, show originality
Do it for the love and not just for the salary
I'd rather be a dope MC with the hunger to uplift
Than a joke MC with no purpose getting rich
Now trip **** is misguided and decided that a stray
Be the righter way, beg your pardon if I may
It used to be hip-hop hooray
Now it's buck shots, bum bum pop, bodies drop when the gun spray
From what one say, fifty men can get killed
For trying to move into the house me and my **** built
Blood, sweat, tears, blunts and beers
Got me feeling severely sincere about my rap career
As I steer clear of plastic frauds and scandalous broads
At times it's hard to show my whole facade
Who guards the game, molest your brain like a masseuse
Life ain't no movie and people ain't bulletproof
Tell me why you in the industry
You keep it real but it's your attitude I'm questioning
I see the fakeness in your eyes
Stop telling lies all the time
Be true to everything that you do when you rhyme
Tell me why you in the industry
You keep it real but it's your attitude I'm questioning
I see the fakeness in your eyes
Stop telling lies all the time
Be true to everything that you do when you rhyme
Tell me why, uh, baby
Tell me why, uh, baby
Be true to everything, true to everything
True to everything that you do when you rhyme
Tell me why, baby, uh
Tell me why, baby, uh
Be true to everything, true to everything
True to everything that you do when you rhyme
Now this goes out to all you second-rate speakers
Played-out poets and smoke one beat geekers
Bring a hoe like the 5-0 beater to receivers
Make you believer that my flow is ether
Flammable, don't touch, so much
Verbal surplus, but them say it's not enough
As I rush rhythms, sack tracks like a grappler
The greatest common factor with no use of mathematician
My system, sir, will blur your vision
Check how you living and then take a listen
We all on a mission, the objective is to live
And you get out the game exactly what you give
As I forbid those who knock it when I rock it like Hancock
My mic is a hand Glock, making your can drop
Man, stop lying and tell the truth
'Cause the things we do does affect the youth
Tell me why you in the industry
You keep it real but it's your attitude I'm questioning
I see the fakeness in your eyes
Stop telling lies all the time
Be true to everything that you do when you rhyme
Tell me why you in the industry
You keep it real but it's your attitude I'm questioning
I see the fakeness in your eyes
Stop telling lies all the time
Be true to everything that you do when you rhyme
Yeah, what you in the game for? What's your purpose?
Fame and wealth for you to demean yourself? I don't know
Suave House, the family, ain't no time for it
Questions, questions, questions
They all know the name and they all know the voice
Written by: Robert Lamm
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