The ? Remains Songtext / Lyric

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 baseline groove is my drug

Now that you feel mayo, 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 delfs



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 there is 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'all in

Fallen, heroes are zeros, I ain't down with the weirdos

I'm true to the game, fuck fame, peep my concerto



And yeah, though I walk through the valley

From Brooklyn to Cali

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?