Torae, Pharoahe Monch - What's Love lyrics
[Torae, Pharoahe Monch - What's Love lyrics]
Coming up they told me love was the message
That somebody ain't get the memo
If they left it kids at the table
Can't feed 'em love for breakfast
Wife say she love a new pair
Of shoes and a necklace
So what's a real nigga to do?
When the masses get asked if
They love what you do
And over half that they ask
Got rebuttals like ''who?''
We ain't heard you on the radio, dude
But not exactly
The real hip hop be coming on real late
And half the shit they got
In rotation is real fake
And all the real fans supporting
It is real faint
And that's how all your real love
Can turn into real hate
But this music shit, it ain't nothing like it
Gotta love the rush that you
Get when you feel inspired
Loving how the crowd'll react
When you recite it
Gotta love it even days when you despise it
I swear ain't nothing like it
But love can't pay these bills so please
Believe I'm here to get these meals
Got me asking ''what's love?''
And loving how you stressing for sure
So love don't live here no more
Got me asking ''what's love?''
I got niggas that love how to truly spit
And I know niggas that love doing foolishness
Use to think I would love to
Be in the music biz
But now I'm asking ''what's love
Got to do with it?''
Politics kick back, favoritism mishaps
Niggas getting higher, then fired
Then put your shit back
Like the headline on LeBron
You here now and you on
Go to sleep and wake up and
You be hearing that you gone
Another love TKO
Totally killing your output if you ain't know
You gotta grind like you making love
Love like you made it come
It's love out here on this court
Come and get you some
So niggas asking ''where is the love?''
That ain't love in the video
And love in the club
Labels loving your movement and
Loving your buzz
Then bring you in for the meeting
Preaching ''love ain't enough''
But this music shit, it ain't nothing like it
Whitney overdosed and Dion became a psychic
Michael medicated and Ron Isley indicted
Gotta love it even if you didn't like it
I swear ain't nothing like it
(The L)
Good Lord, I know these ladies love luxury
That's laminated at the top of the
List - but look luckily
At least when my lungs were lacerated
I never behaved scorned or
Gave a sworn affidavit
When I hit rock bottom
Like Goliath after David
Literally when these lame labels medicated
I liberated my life with love and levitated
And left every lyric I
Laid completely obliterated (The O)
Must be on on top, but no options
And you can't operate orally without oxygen
I was stealing petty cash when
They were past the offering
In line on sundays
That's when I knew I hit my optimum
Low, but I still got a stand in though
You know? I guess who really needs to know
I guess the oodles of O's will never grow
Unless you use your noodle
They quadruple like voodoo (The V)
Van Gogh verbally, victory won't visit you
When your vibe's violated and
Adverts are not visible
And vocally the volume's muted very devoted
But every conversation convoluted
(And the E)
Epilogue, editor, my etiquette elicited
My effort exponentially expands
When solicited the E-M-C-E-E
You know you have to say it twice
But only if you're nice
Cause it's nothing like, it's nothing like
That somebody ain't get the memo
If they left it kids at the table
Can't feed 'em love for breakfast
Wife say she love a new pair
Of shoes and a necklace
So what's a real nigga to do?
When the masses get asked if
They love what you do
And over half that they ask
Got rebuttals like ''who?''
We ain't heard you on the radio, dude
But not exactly
The real hip hop be coming on real late
And half the shit they got
In rotation is real fake
And all the real fans supporting
It is real faint
And that's how all your real love
Can turn into real hate
But this music shit, it ain't nothing like it
Gotta love the rush that you
Get when you feel inspired
Loving how the crowd'll react
When you recite it
Gotta love it even days when you despise it
I swear ain't nothing like it
But love can't pay these bills so please
Believe I'm here to get these meals
Got me asking ''what's love?''
And loving how you stressing for sure
So love don't live here no more
Got me asking ''what's love?''
I got niggas that love how to truly spit
And I know niggas that love doing foolishness
Use to think I would love to
Be in the music biz
But now I'm asking ''what's love
Got to do with it?''
Politics kick back, favoritism mishaps
Niggas getting higher, then fired
Then put your shit back
Like the headline on LeBron
You here now and you on
Go to sleep and wake up and
You be hearing that you gone
Another love TKO
Totally killing your output if you ain't know
You gotta grind like you making love
Love like you made it come
It's love out here on this court
Come and get you some
So niggas asking ''where is the love?''
That ain't love in the video
And love in the club
Labels loving your movement and
Loving your buzz
Then bring you in for the meeting
Preaching ''love ain't enough''
But this music shit, it ain't nothing like it
Whitney overdosed and Dion became a psychic
Michael medicated and Ron Isley indicted
Gotta love it even if you didn't like it
I swear ain't nothing like it
(The L)
Good Lord, I know these ladies love luxury
That's laminated at the top of the
List - but look luckily
At least when my lungs were lacerated
I never behaved scorned or
Gave a sworn affidavit
When I hit rock bottom
Like Goliath after David
Literally when these lame labels medicated
I liberated my life with love and levitated
And left every lyric I
Laid completely obliterated (The O)
Must be on on top, but no options
And you can't operate orally without oxygen
I was stealing petty cash when
They were past the offering
In line on sundays
That's when I knew I hit my optimum
Low, but I still got a stand in though
You know? I guess who really needs to know
I guess the oodles of O's will never grow
Unless you use your noodle
They quadruple like voodoo (The V)
Van Gogh verbally, victory won't visit you
When your vibe's violated and
Adverts are not visible
And vocally the volume's muted very devoted
But every conversation convoluted
(And the E)
Epilogue, editor, my etiquette elicited
My effort exponentially expands
When solicited the E-M-C-E-E
You know you have to say it twice
But only if you're nice
Cause it's nothing like, it's nothing like