THOROUGH

THOROUGH - Questions lyrics

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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

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