CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Don’t Question Why
Nightbreed - “Don’t Question Why”
You hit him low, (you hit him high). If he front
(He die). It’s the Nightbreed, (don’t question why)
You hit him low, (you hit him high). If he front
(He die). It’s the Nightbreed, (don’t question why)
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Papers and still pencils force me to sketch rhymes
Like stencils. You better grab on—I lose mentals
I walk suburban blocks, Italian b*t*hes say, “I want youse”
Then they offer loot to hurt their skins like tattoos. I total-
-ly abuse youths who think they rhyme well
But when the battle starts, they say, “No one go tell.” ‘Cause once
I’m lit, I’m pointing flames to that as*h**e. You better
Drop and roll before I violate you like parole. I make
Emcees cry, “’Mayday!’ On the Frontline” like Ren
I prey on the weak, and when they’re caught, they say, “Amen.” I never
Run, so I’m not from Iran. I Pakistan/pack and stand and
Bodies Iraq/I rack, I never slack on my land. I Ice
Those that f**k up—now they cold sex
And on a bad day, I house more n***as than the projects
I’m vexed. Step out my circle—I’m ‘bout to hurt you
You hit him low, (you hit him high). If he front
(He die). It’s the Nightbreed, (don’t question why)
You hit him low, (you hit him high). If he front
(He die). It’s the Nightbreed, (don’t question why)
Blank
Papers and still pencils force me to sketch rhymes
Like stencils. You better grab on—I lose mentals
I walk suburban blocks, Italian b*t*hes say, “I want youse”
Then they offer loot to hurt their skins like tattoos. I total-
-ly abuse youths who think they rhyme well
But when the battle starts, they say, “No one go tell.” ‘Cause once
I’m lit, I’m pointing flames to that as*h**e. You better
Drop and roll before I violate you like parole. I make
Emcees cry, “’Mayday!’ On the Frontline” like Ren
I prey on the weak, and when they’re caught, they say, “Amen.” I never
Run, so I’m not from Iran. I Pakistan/pack and stand and
Bodies Iraq/I rack, I never slack on my land. I Ice
Those that f**k up—now they cold sex
And on a bad day, I house more n***as than the projects
I’m vexed. Step out my circle—I’m ‘bout to hurt you
