Band members Prince Po and Pharoahe Monch began their career as Simply 2 Positive and then signed to Hollywood Records for 1991's Organized Konfusion. The album was commercially unsuccessful but critically acclaimed, as was the follow-up, Stress: The Extinction Agenda (1994) and the duo moved to Priority Records for the concept album The Equinox in 1997.
Monch has also launched a successful solo career, highlighted by his album Internal Affairs. Prince Poetry released The Slickness in 2004. A reunion album remains a distinct possibility.
Questions
Organized Konfusion Lyrics
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[Monch] Right, right
[Poetry] Brother why don't you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
[Pharoahe Monch]
Yo, I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Uhh)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?
[Prince Poetry]
Them niggaz that be hollerin is substitute, modelin
niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin
[both] Swallowin pride
[Monch] Never we be imperialistic
[both] Who rips shit, without bein materialistic
[Monch] Statistics show
[Poet] Ask miss she know
[Apani] Just cause the niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow
[Monch] Riiiight
[both] Just cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow
[Prince Poetry]
What?! Nigga you can consider it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it
Ride for a little bit, feel how your inner get
From internet, intellect, vibes that I'm sendin it
Now your soul bubblin brown sugar so you'll remember it
Legitimate, imminent, crash course for illiterate
From August to September, Prince is heavenly given it
From center split, train of thoughts that's mad booty
Cause you twisted and rudey don't mean everything's
GROOVY when you hear it, the world's gonna feel it before I say it
Now some pop some shit, but the labels get the big G's from sales
(Whooo!) Nobody sayin shit it just smells
Here's some Southside Saturday love like Shamelle's
My syndicate is tight, quite right for these times
Contradictin all the hype, the berry-more-black shines
ALL MINE, fine wines to dine rhymes
for forty projects, keepin it Naughty like Treach
[Monch] Ahhhhhhhh YO PRINCE
[Poetry] Yes sir
[Monch] My brother why don't you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
[Prince Poetry]
Yo, I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Right)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?
[Pharoahe Monch]
Them niggaz that be hollerin be substitute, modelin
The niggaz with the skills forever keeps a followin
[both] Swallowin pride
[Poet] Never we be imperialistic
[both] Who rips shit, without bein materialistic
[Poet] Statistics show
[Monch] Ask Duke, he knows
[Duke] Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow
[Poet] Hahhhh
[both] Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow
[Pharoahe Monch]
Pleeease man
I done burned some of the most fattest MC's like chromium percolinate
It's not even tangible for them to understand the holy weight
It takes soul to make a crowd animated
Prince stated, hey wait 'til we get off that label
and I waited twelve months (twelve months) for the perfect opportunity
To thump (thump) bump (bump) somethin loved by my community (c'mon)
I'm movin on all you punk Bambino bastards
Your style's depleted like muscles without amino acids
I blast kids with mass times matter
Forever clingin to endeavors defined, clever words
thus waiting never, frustrating verbs to rip
My rap ratings erradicate (erradicate shit)
For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with rhymes in mating season
Creating shit never before made it
I'm makin hybrids, created potent enough to open eyelids
and leave pupils dilated, stress is alleviated
Now it's easier, plus economically feasible
for me to leave rap listeners queasy and inebriated
We made it we came, dedicated we rated supreme
Even with or without the cream
[Poetry] Yo, yo Pharoahe
[Monch] Yes sit
[Poetry] Brother why don't you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
[Pharoahe Monch]
Nahhh I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Uhh)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?
[Prince Poetry]
The niggaz that be hollerin is substitute, modelin
Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin
[both] Swallowin pride
[Monch] Never we be imperialistic
[both] Who rips shit, without bein materialistic
[Monch] Statistics show
[Poet] Ask miss she know
[Apani] Just cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow
[both] That's right
[both] Just cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow
The lyrics to Organized Konfusion's "Questions" present a contemplative inquiry into the state of hip-hop, asking who the genre is following: those with skill or those who are simply hollering. The verses assert that the rappers with genuine talent, who do not rely on materialistic displays, are the ones to be followed in the genre. The song's theme centers around presenting a challenge to the commercialization of hip-hop and urging artists to focus on their craft rather than their wealth. The use of clever wordplay and vivid imagery to present this message makes "Questions" a standout track in hip-hop at the time.
Overall, the song presents a thoughtful analysis of hip-hop culture by pointing out how it has become overrun by commercial success and materialism, which may have detracted from the pure origins of the genre. By posing philosophical questions, Organized Konfusion leaves the listener with much to contemplate about the true nature and essence of hip-hop.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo, yo, yo, yo Pharoahe
Beginning of the song, greeting each other.
Right, right
Response to the other person greeting.
Brother why don't you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
Asking an important question about the current state of hip-hop.
Yo, I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Uhh)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?
Asking who is being followed in hip-hop, people with skills or those who just shout.
Them niggaz that be hollerin is substitute, modelin
niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a followin
Explaining that the ones who shout are just an imitation of those with real skills.
Swallowin pride
Not being proud or arrogant and accepting the truth.
Never we be imperialistic
Not trying to dominate or control others.
Who rips shit, without bein materialistic
Asking who can create great music without being motivated solely by material gain.
Statistics show
Referring to factual evidence and data.
Ask miss she know
Referring to a knowledgeable woman who can provide insight.
Just cause the niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow
Money does not automatically mean they have talent or ability.
What?! Nigga you can consider it the bomb if I spit on it, get on it
Ride for a little bit, feel how your inner get
From internet, intellect, vibes that I'm sendin it
Now your soul bubblin brown sugar so you'll remember it
Expressing confidence in their abilities to create great music that has an impact on people.
Legitimate, imminent, crash course for illiterate
From August to September, Prince is heavenly given it
From center split, train of thoughts that's mad booty
Cause you twisted and rudey don't mean everything's
GROOVY when you hear it, the world's gonna feel it before I say it
Describing their unique and innovative approach to making music that sets them apart from others.
Now some pop some shit, but the labels get the big G's from sales
(Whooo!) Nobody sayin shit it just smells
Here's some Southside Saturday love like Shamelle's
My syndicate is tight, quite right for these times
Contradictin all the hype, the berry-more-black shines
ALL MINE, fine wines to dine rhymes
for forty projects, keepin it Naughty like Treach
Calling out the music industry's focus on sales rather than creativity and authenticity.
Ahhhhhhhh YO PRINCE
Calling the other person to engage in conversation.
My brother why don't you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?
Repeating the important question asked earlier and urging for a response.
Nahhh I got a question - in hip-hop, who they followin? (Uhh)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be hollerin?
Asking the same question again, emphasizing its relevance.
The niggaz that be hollerin be substitute, modelin
The niggaz with the skills forever keeps a followin
Reiterating the idea that the ones who shout are just copying those with real talent.
Just cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow
Repeating the idea that money does not equate to skill or talent.
Pleeease man
I done burned some of the most fattest MC's like chromium percolinate
It's not even tangible for them to understand the holy weight
Boasting about their skills as a rapper and expressing the difficulty of understanding their greatness.
It takes soul to make a crowd animated
Prince stated, hey wait 'til we get off that label
and I waited twelve months (twelve months) for the perfect opportunity
To thump (thump) bump (bump) somethin loved by my community (c'mon)
Describing the importance of having soul and authenticity to connect with the audience, and expressing their desire to create music loved by their community.
I'm movin on all you punk Bambino bastards
Your style's depleted like muscles without amino acids
I blast kids with mass times matter
Forever clingin to endeavors defined, clever words
thus waiting never, frustrating verbs to rip
My rap ratings erradicate (erradicate shit)
Disparaging other rappers who lack originality and creativity, and emphasizing their own ability to create great music that resonates with people.
For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with rhymes in mating season
Creating shit never before made it
I'm makin hybrids, created potent enough to open eyelids
and leave pupils dilated, stress is alleviated
Now it's easier, plus economically feasible
for me to leave rap listeners queasy and inebriated
We made it we came, dedicated we rated supreme
Even with or without the cream
Describing their ability to create unique and innovative music that is potent enough to make an impact and alleviate stress.
That's right
Agreeing with the idea that money does not equate to skill or talent.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: TROY DONALD JAMERSON
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