* originally the b-side to Suckas Need Bodyguards off of +Hard to Earn+
[Guru]
The question remains.. which MC`s will reign
Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
Ask yourself the same question
What is it..
Phrases I spit like slugs after I sip from my mug
Life is bugged, the bassline groove is my drug
Now that you feel me, yo here`s some advice
All you foul niggaz gonna pay the fuckin price
So take that phony hardcore look off your grill
Cause I be stompin ya still with the intent to kill
This is a battle rhyme in case you haven`t noticed
You get replaced you get demoted
I give chumps cranium lumps just like Louisville
I stand tall, just like the Catskill Mountains
Preyin like a cougar ready to pounce and
denouncin, all the unrealistic fake gangsters
fake mystics; so let me make this specific
You know we`re nearest the original gifted
Rhymes get twisted, brain cells dissolve
As the world revolves, wack crews lick my balls
They can`t deal with the realism
When they go for the mic, they better bring their steel with them
They`re gonna need crazy help
When I get down for mine, murderin suckers for delf
Ask yourself the same question
What is it..
The question remains.. which MC`s will reign
Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
Ask yourself the same question
What is it..
So umm.. THERE`S NO NEED TO WORRY!
My sight is never blurry, I hit you with the flurry
of rhymes and laws, combined with raw style and grace
You`re just a pile of waste if you can`t place in this rap race
I`ve been here, I`m stayin, what, think I`m playin?
I`ve been down, I came up, the hard way, I`m sayin
Bless my Pops he`s divine
but what he owns is his, and what`s mine is mine
So God bless the child in the streets that`s wild
I can easily pull, a perpin MC`s file
You can study for years and be the world`s top scholar
Out here, life`s a gamble, people scramble for dollars
With the textbook sense, you can still be dense
Rather master the game than dwell in sorrow and shame
I`m a survivor, so I`ma always remain
the little nigga with the voice to leave a stain on your brain
Ask yourself the same question
..
The question remains.. which MC`s will reign
Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
Ask yourself the same question
What is it..
The question remains.. which MC`s will reign
Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
Ask yourself the same question
What is it..
My microphone, is CALLIN
So I`m one-two checkin, and yes yes y`allin
Fallen, heroes are zeroes, I ain`t down with the weirdos
I`m true to the game, fuck fame, peep my concerto
And yea though I walk through the valley, from Brooklyn to Cali
Huh, I leave the real niggaz rallied
Cause I ain`t fakin no jax, MC`s are taken aback
Cause the songs they be makin crazy wack
So I subtract them, I`m one ill black man
I pack man, liable to cap when I`m rappin
So all that`s left is the bloodstains
but still the question remains
Ask yourself the same question
What is it..
The question remains.. which MC`s will reign
Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
Ask yourself the same question
What is it..
The question remains.. which MC`s will reign
Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
Ask yourself the same question
What is it..
