[Verse 1: Tech The, the, the that I'm breathin' heat It me cheese, why I'm eaten in Bad Season Was deep in beef and was needin' some to release in evenings Instead of me being up and bleedin' with thieves and heathens keys and obstacles Made it possible for the go to be profitable Yo Tech's audible, his product popped and was plausible God is so for giving me music! Liftin', gettin' me though it I was fixing to lose it Dudes hit Big shit and reppin' the blue tip Fool's skipped when scritch, we jumped in the 2 whip Full clips for who stick the homie for grip My crew, thanks to music, we all through it Got me out of the ghetto, got me mucho In Cozumel, Mexico shorts and and a sombrero This gift given from a devil, so settle Come and get this rebel music that's hot as a kettle, Saved my life, paid my lights, my wife, say "Bye Bye" my nights babes, I like prayed my mic Would never fade, slayed, days I write My cheddar raised up better, faze way hyped My music's one reason I get to lay my pipe The reason Nina can comfortably say "Night, night" Blessed me, with original flow, so Hey! Why I hear, I feel, I live, and learn I like...
Krizz Kaliko] (I music) Yeah, I love (I music) For (I love music) And I (I love music) To (I love music) Go and play it (I music) Yeah, what I'm saying? (I love music) My (I love music) what I'm saying?
[Verse 2: when I do this Manually, daily, monthly, I get a step to being the coolest got me foolin', about to lose it. Ooh, shit Jump in the grind, and my Mean Mike produced it music pahtna I'm a poet with incredible rhythm arranged will let you know he has incredible in him I don't mean to my own horn, but toot toot, ha ha I laugh because easier than do ray mi fa so la Ti do, we he go say what on that C Note And he can pay a C Note that B Note I'm talkin' And I got stories that I show you that it's walkin A thousand of it and I can show you what I'm walkin' through Music ain't a hobby, it's an organ, of my body, that the creator provided in January of '92 So don't you dare say music skipped my generation Your ain't nothin' but motivation for these compilations Oob!
[Verse 3: Kendrick Music is my The reason why I Like Edgar Allen Poe on the beat, like a You thought a made my flow just fall out the sky Then you fell into a body part no one would buy Nobody tried my limits cause they're of heights The ambition, weak or let 'em die I let you live until a compose a rhyme Then it's like a in your ass every time Time and time I treat my pen like The Pen Bars harder than Bay and I been Servin' a sentence since the day I was ten Nine times outta ten you only ten songs deep before you a pool of sharks then swim That's an analogy on the way I do And I do shit casually Before the end, I'll be in the Hall of Fame with my picture framed, friend
[Bridge: Kaliko] And if it wasn't for my music, I wouldn't be here! If it wasn't for my music, you have nothing to hear, yeah And I love...
[Outro: N9ne] up!!!