Lyrics Emcee Rhetoric - Invisible Inc.

How's a brain storm become a brain hurricane
Smash glass and use the window sill-ables to hold the shattered panes
Leave broken English scattered on the grass and after
Paint a masterpiece in grim amounts of pounding rain
How can someone leave a crowd and stay a groupie
How can you be shooting rounds if it's a line of duty
Why is uni always cheaper than to fix my hooptie
And sue me, but why's a girl hit the floor if you slip her a roofie
How you row when a friendship's run aground
And how's an "O" give your pen tip the run around
How you grow in a summer drought, snow when the sun is out
Yo, how'd the roots come up from underground
How you know you want the sex without an ultrasound
And how's my girl orbit the sun and never come around
And important,
How's it coming up to someone with a ton to prove but none to lose
But fame will make you wish that you were unrenowned

(Why, why, why?)
This emcee rhetoric is empty rhetoric
This emcee rhetoric is empty rhetoric
It's
(Why, why, why?)
This emcee rhetoric is empty rhetoric
This emcee rhetoric is empty rhetoric
It's

I wanna know, what's the sound of one hand clapping
And if a man spits a verse in the woods and no one happened
To be around to catch it, does it count as rapping
Or does he have to spit it in a club in upper Manhattan
How come numbers in Latin are letters
Can the sun be under the weather
Cause I don't know what's beaming forever
I read a poem at an open mic and then regretted it
Went to bed with a woman, but I slept with a sedative
How's a curse word in rap so bad but it's no worse if
I sprinkled glitter on it and I penned the word in cursive
Why I always gotta pay for shit in the free market
How you drop an arm and a leg and walk away with a bargain
(I'd be limping)
And speaking of wounds, who's the target
When the surgeon general's a private and CEO of [?]
If God wrote the Bible, why'd he write some folks in the margins
An artist has a right to ask, about as much as starvin'

(Why, why, why?)
This emcee rhetoric is empty rhetoric
This emcee rhetoric is empty rhetoric
It's
(Why, why, why?)
This emcee rhetoric is empty rhetoric
This emcee rhetoric is empty rhetoric
It's empty

What's the square root of negative one
If money is the root of all evil
Then why do we demonize the people with none
If the sum of our parts is stronger than each piece
Why do we treat peace like a pipe dream
How do you fight midnight without a light beam
I might scream yet if might makes right
Then what's a little brother gotta do to get some respect
Who's in the middle of sketching the simplest edges
Of pictures all begging for better perspective I bet
Fuck it, I won't bet
I'm asking the questions and getting fed up with the stuff
Then again, best question
When's the last time our President
Read a book that didn't have matches in it
Excuse me, how the fuck are steroids and celebrity pillow chat
Getting more attention in my newspaper
Than an escalating genocide
And a broken ceasefire in the Middle East
Tell me, am I the only one who feels like
He's going fucking crazy in here

And one more
What's the difference between a rhetorical question,
And one that we're too scared to solve