Questions

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[Thorough] Hmm...questions They all know the name and they all know the voice But they don't know the face and that is my choice [Verse 1] 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 wanna try and test the vet from T-E-X Confess up and get mess up like Mitch Green What I'm writing, got em' fighting from here to Beijeng So swing along if you can sway with the hardest 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 Whack MC's kill me with that flyness But y'all can die quick now watch how fly that I get The elegant, intelligent, forever been 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 (blah) Flip the script, turn the page, check my index A mack out the Southwest getting his future set Suspect fools make moves and get interrogated Now they wondering can I really make it [Hook 1] Tell me, why you in the industry You keep it real but it's your attitude in question I see the fakeness in your eyes Stop telling lies all the time Be true to everything that you do in a rhyme Tell me, why you in the industry You keep it real but it's your attitude in question I see the fakeness in your eyes Stop telling lies all the time Be true to everything that you do in a rhyme (That's questions) [Verse 2] Tell me how you keep it real, show originality Do it for the love and not just 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 Niggas is misguided and decided that astray be the right of way Beg your pardon, if I may It used to be hip-hop hooray Now it's buckshots, p-p-pop, bodies drop when that gun spray From what one say, 50 men can get killed For trying to move into the house me and my niggas built Blood, sweat, tears, blunts, and beers Got me feeling severely sincere about my rap career As I steer clear, past the frauds and scandalous broads At times it's hard to show my whole bregard Hoo gobs of caine, molest your brain like a masseuse Life ain't a movie and people ain't bulletproof [Hook 2] Tell me, why you in the industry You keep it real but it's your attitude in question I see the fakeness in your eyes Stop telling lies all the time Be true to everything that you do in a rhyme Tell me, why you in the industry You keep it real but it's your attitude in question I see the fakeness in your eyes Stop telling lies all the time Be true to everything that you do in a rhyme (That's questions) Tell me why, uh baby Tell me why, uh baby Be true to everything, true to everything True to everything that you do in a rhyme Tell me why, uh baby Tell me why, uh baby Be true to everything, true to everything True to everything that you do in a rhyme [Verse 3] Now this goes out to all you second rate speakers Played out poets and smoke one, beat peakers Break a ho like the 5-0, beat her Two receivers, make you believe That my flow is ether, flammable (Sss!) Don't touch, so much verbal surplus But them say it's not enough As I rush rhythms, set traps lika a grappler The greatest common factor with no use for math-e-matician 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 and I rock it like Hancock My mic is a hand block, making your can drop Man, stop lying and tell the truth Cause the things we do does affect the youth [Hook 1] [Thorough] Yeah, what you in the game for What's your purpose Fame and wealth or do mean yourself I don't know, Suave House the family Uh huh, questions