Thorough Questions текст песни, слова песни Questions Thorough
Thorough - Questions
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
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