Questions - Organized Konfusion

Yo, yo, yo, 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?

(Uhh)

The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?

Them niggaz that be hollerin is substitute, modelin

niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin

Swallowin pride

Never we be imperialistic

Who rips shit, without bein materialistic

Statistics show

Ask miss she know

Just cause the niggaz got dough don’t mean they got that flow

Riiiight

Just cause them niggaz got dough don’t mean they got that flow

What?!

Nigga 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 given it From center split, train of thoughts that’s mad booty

Cause you twisted and rudey don’t mean everything’s

GROOVY when you hear it, the world’s gonna feel it before I say it Now some pop some shit, but the labels get the big G’s from sales

(Whooo!) 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, keepin it Naughty like Treach

Ahhhhhhhh 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?

(Right)

The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?

Them niggaz that be hollerin be substitute, modelin

The niggaz with the skills forever keeps a followin

Swallowin pride

Never we be imperialistic

Who rips shit, without bein materialistic

Statistics show

Ask Duke, he knows

Cause them niggaz got dough don’t mean they got that flow

Hahhhh

Cause them niggaz got dough don’t mean they got that flow

Pleeease man

I done burned some of the most fattest MC’s like chromium percolinate

It’s not even tangible for them to understand the holy weight

It takes soul to make a crowd animated

Prince stated, hey wait 'til we get off that label

and I waited twelve months (twelve months) for the perfect opportunity

To thump (thump) bump (bump) somethin loved by my community (c'mon)

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 defined, clever words

thus waiting never, frustrating verbs to rip

My rap ratings erradicate (erradicate 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 sit

Brother why don’t you explain

How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?

Nahhh I got a question — in hip-hop, who they followin?

(Uhh)

The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?

The niggaz that be hollerin is substitute, modelin

Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin

Swallowin pride

Never we be imperialistic

Who rips shit, without bein materialistic

Statistics show

Ask miss she know

Just cause them niggaz got dough don’t mean they got that flow

That’s right

Just cause them niggaz got dough don’t mean they got that flow