Who Knows Why Lyrics - Freddie Foxxx

Yeah 

Turn it up 

That's right 

For my niggas 

Here we go 

[Verse 1] 

Some real niggas have gone away... never to return 

Stay forever on wax 'cause the mics they burn 

Outta sight, outta mind, never does it mean outta might, outta rhyme 

So I return to make it hot for those who cannot 

Smile down on me niggas, while I rock the spot 

Is there heaven for a nice emcee 

Crushin all these suckers dear God don't be mad with me 

I don't mean to hurt nobody, I just wanna rock the party 

And give you a taste of what's left, before I see death 

Watch a nigga back, 'cause I don't trust nobody 

Left hand hold the mic, and right bust the shottie 

Sendin angels to guide me through, in the white drop top 

When they ride me through 

When I hit the pearly gates, will they take my tax 

Will they let me rock the mic, will the beats be phat 

Will the rappers write they own rhymes up in that piece 

Will the fakes get locked by the cop police 

Or will I have to deal with A&R's who don't got no say 

I hope it don't be that way, tell me 

HOOK 2X: 

Who Knows Why 

The reasons we live and the reasons we die 

You can't figure this one, so why try 

God help my soul as I testify 

And I wont lie 

[Verse 2] 

Now as I'm lookin in the mirror I see myself 

Handsome with attitude, so momma gratitude 

I put the pressure on emcees 

I make it hard for ya, with total, disregard for ya 

This rap shit is raw not to be touched 

The ingredients if tampered with, could get you fucked up 

No one knows this secret I hold like Moses 

Given at birth, now what it's worth, it's more than a million six 

Let me spit it to you niggas, while my rhyme exists 

Listen, separate the real from the wishin 

If you bust at me and miss, you gon end up missin 

'cause on these rap niggas styles I be shittin, pissin 

Leave you niggas lookin dumb like two niggas kissin 

I'm the true hardcore underground messiah 

I'm the kinda nigga street thugs can admire 

You never see me gettin robbed, jumped down and whipped out 

Or cryin 'bout a deal with no money, flipped out 

I get off my ass and make it happen 

I'll stick up the world if I aint rappin 

So why do I exist, tell me 

HOOK 

[Verse 3] 

May Allah shine down on any emcee 

That'll stand on stage and hold a mic with me 

May he give you all the flow of the ocean water 

And some nice hand skills to prevent slaughter 

My lyrics painful like bullets from a rusty tech 

Bumpy Knucks, nigga what, and you must respect 

All the true shit that I reflect 

Niggas know I exist only to wreck 

Won't let the verse loosen til you sign the check 

I won't be fussin at ya, but bustin at ya 

I treat all my rhymes like they devines 

Niggas spot me like a UFO 

I turn my mic on and resurrect the livest flow 

So if you askin me, why am I here 

To clarify hip hop loud and clear 

Real niggas, tell me 

HOOK