Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Questions, artist - Lootpack. Album song Soundpieces: Da Antidote, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.1999
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Questions |
Question, how many MC’s do you know like this? |
The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist |
But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist |
The LP gots to MC |
Let’s collaborate with the sounds of fate, gather round the plate |
Ya down to wait for the background chatter when I surrond the fake |
Drop a soundpiece on ya ear using my mic arithmetic |
To getting up my flows while I’m using my mic equipment |
LP will like uplift you with beats and lyrics that shift you |
Predict you need help so may The Force be with you |
Since rap is like a court dismissing you like a jury |
When it comes to West Coast underground |
Lootpack’s enlisted yearly |
Ya best be concerned if you heard that I said I |
It’s confirmed Jack must return like Jedi |
On the cuts is DJ Romes, rocking beats my nigga Madlib |
Come like this with an abstract jab |
Niggas mad cuz I plan to be green forever |
(Cuz whatever the cause) we’ll get taken out never |
You’ll end up gettin' caught up in our circle |
Hemmed up cuz you forgot to put your limbs up |
You can catch me with my SP or my pad and my pen |
Mixed with Hen, Heineken, Juice and Gin |
The California weed blend to get you open like stunts |
This is dedicated to them niggas that front |
Question, how many MC’s do you know like this? |
The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist |
But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist |
The LP gots to MC |
In any city, country, state, or any center |
The instrumental inventor be all up in the winter |
Summer, spring, fall, never hit you with no gimmicks |
Original loop beat patterns back the lyrics |
So when we start to invent, niggas know the flava |
Hit you off with no intent, than flip ill demented |
(Well how you feel about most niggas?) |
Most ya niggas comin out with that same old shit |
My niggas on that brain sick |
When it comes to lyrical wetting, its kinda like armaggedon |
Suckers be gettin beheaded, shredded so nigga forget it |
Ya fake MC’s make me wanna laugh |
Ya niggas out for the cash but in a year y’all niggas pass |
Now ease down off the treble and go threes up on the bass and |
We’ll drop universal for the whole Likwit organization |
Y’all gonna be facing (soundpieces) forms of manifestation |
We’ll run up in ya station and give messages to the nation |
We’re gonna start to neglect wack MC’s who lack respect |
As the lost art resurrects, I’ll make all y’all want to eject |
Wackness, for the simple fact Jack is |
Sending this out to all of my 805 abstract friends |
Question, how many MC’s do you know like this? |
The type who can freestyle, check it I must insist |
But before I stop my mic check and cock back my fist |
The LP gots to MC |