| What you really doin hoe?
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| Why do I do the things I do?
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| Why so many questions?
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| What am I doing?
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| I talk to myself… when there’s no-one to talk to I wanna ask me a question:
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| When am I gonna make it up out of a hellish and devilish way?
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| When are you gonna make mill-ions with the dividends;
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| when are you gonna make ends generate bread?
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| Who in the hell, left the gate open? |
| Do you wanna sell?
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| Is everybody on wavelength like us?
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| Why do I rip it in half, doobie kick ass with backwards
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| attach isssh like? |
| hap ut eallavik?
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| Can you wait a minute? |
| Can you slow it up a little bit
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| Nina so I can get up in it?
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| But did you really wanna dabble in fanatical supernatural
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| lyrically radical milli minutes, I’m about to begin it Can I get some, can I spit some, which one?
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| When am I gonna get off this trip?
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| Can I take another peel, why do I feel
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| like I’m a sick individual in the room, poppin off at the lip?
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| Do you, feel me? |
| Do you do voodoo really?
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| Did you get it? |
| Did you want a real epidemic?
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| Will you let me run up in it?
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| What’s the word; |
| is it absurd? |
| What is that isssh you heard?
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| Was it real, is it real, was it really real?
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| Tech9ne in it to win it besides QDThird occurred
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| Who’s the worst, who’s rastafari?
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| You never livin never sure it’s Selassie I the First
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| brother on the planet Earth, who? |
| Do you wanna flow;
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| what you wanna do?
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| How can I be in the zone like this, gone like this?
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| How can I break the obsession?
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| In the middle of it all, when I snap back, step back
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| and ask myself; |
| what, why do you ask so many questions?
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| Chorus: repeat 2X (chorus is best guess)
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| Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
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| Do I wanna stick em with another hit up after this?
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| Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
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| I’m at the pinnacle when I’m up in em I’ma kill em in this
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| Do you understand. |
| whatcha gonna do when Nina hit you
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| with the critical homidical lyrical killer flippin
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| leavin you with boo-boo underpants?
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| How does it feel? |
| Do you wanna come up and chill — with an assassin?
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| Can you feel it inside, what?
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| The feeling of a commotion of two titans clashing
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| Why me, who are you, what I am supposed to do — what a nigga here fo'?
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| Who do you fear mo'? |
| Is it the Nine, with a brand new joint?
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| Like to hear it, here go What are you lookin at, when am I gonna get a dose of thorazine?
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| Can you give me a little something to ease the pain?
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| Ease the mayn, who’s the mayn?
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| Tech-a-Nina with the Road Dawgs and the Midwest Side Crew’s to blame
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| Can I get a little back with attack issh?
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| What do you accomplish, ever can’t you diss, diss
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| pitless bottom of a, in you toss thou nigga ass, Babe mish
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| Hate a playa percenter a-hundred that is Side West, Mid, down ever who off, what?
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| Hack it, did you know Tech9ne hot like a dragon?
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| Did you feel it baby? |
| Can you give me a double dose
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| of whatever the feeling I’m gettin is really pain
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| Kobain, for anybody want a piece of this, sickness
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| Is it a cinch to get with hot?
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| Who, when, where what why?
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| I’m at the pinnacle with a killer eye, do I wanna
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| die no I just wanna dose of the most inner syringe
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| up in my thigh, bonzai!
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| Now do you know what the real is?
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| Does everybody think I’m twisted? |
| Non-realistic
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| or do you think that I’m gifted, I’ma live freer
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| Can you help me? |
| Am I lookin at you
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| can I be peepin you from afar, please, remain calm
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| Could you be the reason I’m a bomb
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| straight out of Vietnam, ready to explode on Sa-tan?
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| Tell me what the problem is, I’ma write what the bottom is Do you know what a empty column is?
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| Am I your worst nightmare? |
| I feel sick right there
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| Should I blow it out, can I do without, do I need help?
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| Am I living within a pen of demons?
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| I’m stressing, can I get a blessing (from who?)
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| The one who cursed me with all these Questions
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| Some say I’m psychotic
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| but if I have to label it, it would be -- confusion
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| It’s like I gotta write shit like this
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| to keep my head from exploding, yaknowhatI’msayin?
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| So many questions |