Gotta Question For Ya Lyrics - Singles - Living Legends

What would you do if we put it all together 

In the form of living legends, on an album all together? 

Would you buy it? Would you try it? Would you raise your hands high? 

Would you recommend performance for something that's so enormous? 

Why fight it? It's right about now, we taking over this 

Why fight it? It's right about now, we showing who we is 

The best of our abilities, a showcase of energy 

Tucked into your memories for centuries and centuries 

Only a buck forty five and I talk a lot of shit 

Oh, you still don't think I'm tight ask your girl she got my shit 

And she's bumpin' number 6 like nobody's business 

Got these fools confused like, man what is this? 

I seen him at the open mic with a backpack 

The next day he's on the block in some creased up khakis 

See that's Murs' ability, supreme versatility 

One verse to your dome watch it burst unwillingly 

So you should think twice before ice grilling me 

In the back of the club like you paralyzed from the neck down 

But in your heart you know that you're feeling me 

My crew be killing these crowds on the regular 

My CDs ringing up loud at the register 

Considered to be well endowed, if you measured the 

Strength of my click by the length of my dick 

We'd be larger than life plus a tenth of an inch 

What would you do if we put it all together 

In the form of living legends, on an album all together? 

Would you buy it? Would you try it? Would you raise your hands high? 

Would you recommend performance for something that's so enormous? 

Why fight it? It's right about now, we taking over this 

Why fight it? It's right about now, we showing who we is 

The best of our abilities, a showcase of energy 

Tucked into your memories for centuries and centuries 

Ya boy bull rushes the track when the percussion's fat 

In fact the rhymes I recite might help you find the light 

Or get ya lit, smoked, words provoke 

Jokes to get their shit together whether your hot or not 

Ya got ta get off ya ass man, stay ahead of the class 

Aesop ready to blast off outa there, I'm gone 

When the vibe is wrong I can't even fuck with that 

Livin' like a fat cat, man I'm barely livin' off this rap music 

Y'all, no need to abuse it 

No need to be a busta, just ta gain respect so 

Get ya best flow outa ya back pack 

I don't fuck with MCs comin' with wack raps 

I'm running with the will to win as well as the discipline 

Sprinting in this competition 

I'm racing time, competitors as well as myself 

Jogging with a stealth pace 

Definitely one to place in this race catching up to men 

Maneuver around them then drowned them in the dust 

To win is a must powered by living legends 

Sponsored by Heaven bound, my name is Scarab 

I got a question for ya 

What would you do if we put it all together 

In the form of living legends, on an album all together? 

Would you buy it? Would you try it? Would you raise your hands high? 

Would you recommend performance for something that's so enormous? 

Why fight it? It's right about now, we taking over this 

Why fight it? It's right about now, we showing who we is 

The best of our abilities, a showcase of energy 

Tucked into your memories for centuries and centuries 

P to the S to the C 

By request to be fresh equals how I rap on sequence 

With 16 bar verses and very little curses 

And an aptitude for chorus that makes me quite important 

At your service, I'm ready, kinda nervous but I'm ready 

But first I gotta please me and I've mastered that believe me 

It's easy! 5 finger romance with the mic hand 

Stand back, I'll bust in your in face 'cuz I planned that 

I ban rap artists who consider they selves the hardest 

Regardless of the make up I always slice the cake up 

Ya edible, icing, enticing to my eyesight 

But everything that glitters ain't gold, you best to come tight 

What would you do if we put it all together 

In the form of living legends, on an album all together? 

Would you buy it? Would you try it? Would you raise your hands high? 

Would you recommend performance for something that's so enormous? 

Why fight it? It's right about now, we taking over this 

Why fight it? It's right about now, we showing who we is 

The best of our abilities, a showcase of energy 

Tucked into your memories for centuries and centuries 

Well, I'm the good rhythmic, outstanding, underrated 

Cool human naw that's kind of played, I'm underpaid 

The best at my trade a little afraid 

Been gypped too many times to believe in what you said 

I prayed hard had my hopes up, guard down 

Gained a yard lost a mile so I don't smile 

Pile it on because I'm used to it 

I like to format the song and spit the truth to it 

He's the man on the mountain staff made of lightning, smoking 

Writing poetry on a broken piece of oak, it's premonition 

Self conversation on an amplified station 

Radioactive finger strides all across the nation 

I hide in complication yet it's simpler than this 

Many rock microphones across the globe but not quite like this 

In the nightlife many catch a case, catch a cold or catch a disease 

But I'm married to the microphone, but I'm immune to weak MCs 

So bitch please 

What would you do if we put it all together 

In the form of living legends, on an album all together? 

Would you buy it? Would you try it? Would you raise your hands high? 

Would you recommend performance for something that's so enormous? 

Why fight it? It's right about now, we taking over this 

Why fight it? It's right about now, we showing who we is 

The best of our abilities, a showcase of energy 

Tucked into your memories for centuries and centuries