[Intro: Don Juan & Tech N9ne]
The name of this motherfucker is called "Questions (Rough Draft)" (Ha ha, tell 'em)
QD3 did the beat (All day, all night, ah-ah)
What's up to everybody out there in L.A
What's really goin on?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why so many questions?
What am I doing?
I talk to myself... when there's no-one to talk to
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I wanna ask me a question:
When am I gonna make it up out of a hellish and devilish way?
When are you gonna make the millions worth of dividends?
When are you gonna make ends, generate wealth?
Who in the hell left the gate open to you in the cell?
Is everybody on the wavelength like us?
Why do I rip it in half?
Do we kick ass with backwards attack tihs like [?] yrlived?
Can you wait a minute?
Can you slow it up a little bit N9na so I can get up in it?
But did you really wanna dabble in fanatical supernatural
Lyrically radical milli minutes? I'm about to begin it
Can I get some? Can I spit some? Which one?
When am I gonna get off this trip?
Can I take another pilll? Why do I feel
Like I'm a sick individual in the room, poppin' off at the lip?
Do you feel me? Do you do voodoo really?
Did you get it? Do you want a real epidemic?
Will you let me run up in it?
What's the word? Is it absurd? What is that tihs you heard?
Was it real? Is it real? Was it really real?
Tech N9ne in it to win it besides QD third occurred
Who's the worst? Who's rastafari?
You never livin', never sure it's Selassie, the first
Brother on the planet Earth, who?
Do you wanna flow? What you wanna do?
How can I be in the zone like this? Gone like this?
How can I break the obsession?
In the middle of it all, when I snap back, set back
And ask myself; what? Why do you ask so many questions?
The name of this motherfucker is called "Questions (Rough Draft)" (Ha ha, tell 'em)
QD3 did the beat (All day, all night, ah-ah)
What's up to everybody out there in L.A
What's really goin on?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why so many questions?
What am I doing?
I talk to myself... when there's no-one to talk to
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I wanna ask me a question:
When am I gonna make it up out of a hellish and devilish way?
When are you gonna make the millions worth of dividends?
When are you gonna make ends, generate wealth?
Who in the hell left the gate open to you in the cell?
Is everybody on the wavelength like us?
Why do I rip it in half?
Do we kick ass with backwards attack tihs like [?] yrlived?
Can you wait a minute?
Can you slow it up a little bit N9na so I can get up in it?
But did you really wanna dabble in fanatical supernatural
Lyrically radical milli minutes? I'm about to begin it
Can I get some? Can I spit some? Which one?
When am I gonna get off this trip?
Can I take another pilll? Why do I feel
Like I'm a sick individual in the room, poppin' off at the lip?
Do you feel me? Do you do voodoo really?
Did you get it? Do you want a real epidemic?
Will you let me run up in it?
What's the word? Is it absurd? What is that tihs you heard?
Was it real? Is it real? Was it really real?
Tech N9ne in it to win it besides QD third occurred
Who's the worst? Who's rastafari?
You never livin', never sure it's Selassie, the first
Brother on the planet Earth, who?
Do you wanna flow? What you wanna do?
How can I be in the zone like this? Gone like this?
How can I break the obsession?
In the middle of it all, when I snap back, set back
And ask myself; what? Why do you ask so many questions?
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