Question

[mowf's grandfather]

I've never had any uhh..

Healthy degree of respect for, rappers

Because they was rappin the wrong kind of thing..

Or that old bad language, foul language

I never cared for that.. bad language

I don't care if you make ten million dollars a day

It ain't worth it

What does it profit a man to gain the whole world

And lose his soul? nothing

Rap about that

[danja mowf]

Yo, just a thought but I was wondering

What if underground were to hit, would commercial be the shit?

A universal role-reversal -- imagine that

Where a cipher's too commercial and some corny rap is fat

Would hammer then get props, and did ras kass sell out?

Your moms pumping organized konfusion through the house?

St. ide's was a soda and they legalized the blunts

And everybody smoked em and the president had fronts

Would niggaz sportin afros and dreads and the braids

Switch to jheri curls, and high-top fades?

And rappin bout the streets wasn't cool

The underground would pump non-violence, safe sex, stay in school

So who? be real, could you choose? (nah)

When re-al-ity and commercial-ity both fuse?

But I've got news check it out we're on the way (what? )

To making this happen everyday, so I say

Question: do you have to be from the hood

In order, to know, how to rap good?

Question: do you have to pack a tec-9

Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?

Question: do you you have to be a gang banger

Or drug slanger, to be a rap singer?

Question: do you have to be an alcoholic

Or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?

Check it out, I was chillin in my crib

With my hand on the dial, bout to watch a video for a while

Freestyle rules, yes indeed

The song's about hustlers, smokin mad weed

And how many gats you can tote in your coat

And how quick you pull it, and discharge the bullet

Are real o.g.'s, the real mc's?

A brother out the pen with the pen writin sin

Can you tell me then -- if you knows why the do's always close

When I shows with my demos, suppose it's the clothes (nah)

Shoulda choose those timbo's

Or talked about some hoes in my flows (that's how it goes)

Yo it's cool if you live that

If I can't relate, are my rhymes less fat?

Cause I'm not a hustler, a gangster, a player or a g

I'm just an mc bein me, so I ask

Question: do you have to be from the hood

In order, to know, how to rap good?

Question: do you have to pack a tec-9

Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?

Question: do you you have to be a gang banger

Or drug slanger, to be a rap singer?

Question: do you have to be an alcoholic

Or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?

I don't wanna sell my soul to go gold

Or pack a gat to umm, go plat-i-numm

If my pockets fat then umm, let it be from how I come

A smart intellectu-al, poet of the streets

Recitin over beats, representin with the pen

I don't pack nines, but known to carry tens

In fingers, ten funk bringers, they known to bring

Funk to a punk like a trunk full of skunk, pee-eww

I see you, peek-a-boo, who

Got a weaker crew, here's a technique or two

Pay-per-view nigga, for the true niggaz, not the ones

Pullin triggers but the ones whose the father figures

Whoa, that's a radical idea, imagine that

But who would wanna hear

Somethin in they ear positive

Instead of somethin glorifyin just how triflin they live, so..

Question: do you have to be from the hood

In order, to know, how to rap good?

Question: do you have to pack a tec-9

Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme?

Question: do you you have to be a gang banger

Or drug slanger, to be a rap singer?

Question: do you have to be an alcoholic

Or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene?