Gang Starr The ? Remains lyrics

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?