[Verse 1: Tech The, the, the reason that I'm heat It gets me cheese, why I'm in Bad Season Was deep in beef and was needin' beats to release in evenings Instead of me being up and bleedin' with thieves and heathens with keys and Made it for the flow go to be profitable Yo audible, his inaugural product popped and was plausible God is so good for me music! Liftin', gettin' me though it when I was fixing to it Dudes hit Big Scoob's shit and the blue tip Fool's skipped when Scoob scritch, we jumped in the 2 Full clips for who stick the homie for grip My crew, to music, we all living through it Got me out of the ghetto, got me mucho In Cozumel, Mexico and Jordans and a sombrero This gift ain't given from a devil, so Come and get rebel music that's hot as a kettle, pendejo Saved my life, paid my lights, my wife, say "Bye Bye" Gave my nights babes, I like my mic never fade, forever slayed, days I write My raised up better, faze way high hyped My music's one reason I get to lay my pipe The reason Tech can comfortably say "Night, night" Blessed me, original flow, so Hey! Why bite? I hear, I feel, I live, listen and I like...
[Hook: Krizz (I music) Yeah, I (I love music) For real (I music) And I (I love music) To (I love music) Go and it (I love music) Yeah, know I'm saying? (I love music) My love (I music) Know what I'm
2: Oobergeek] Automatic when I do Manually, daily, monthly, I get a step closer to the coolest Acoustic got me foolin', about to lose it. Ooh, in the grind, and my hom' Mean Mike produced it That's music I'm a poet with incredible rhythm Words arranged let you know he has incredible in him I don't mean to my own horn, but toot toot, ha ha I laugh it's easier than do ray mi fa so la Ti do, we know he go say on that C Note And he can pay a C Note with B Note I'm truth And I got stories that I show you that it's walkin A miles 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 good skipped my generation Your hatin' ain't but motivation for these compilations Oob!
[Verse 3: Kendrick is my life The why I write Like Edgar Poe on the beat, like a parasite You a parachute made my flow just fall out the sky Then you apart into a body part no one would buy Nobody tried my limits they're afraid of heights The ambition, weak or let 'em die I let you live until a compose a rhyme Then it's a Rhino in your ass every time Time and again I treat my pen like The Pen Bars harder than Pelican Bay and I Servin' a sentence since the day I was ten Nine times outta ten you only ten songs before you leap Into a pool of then swim That's an on the way I do casualties And I do this casually Before the verse end, I'll be in the of Fame with my picture framed, friend
Krizz Kaliko] And if it wasn't for my music, I be standing here! If it wasn't for my music, you wouldn't have to hear, yeah And I love...
[Outro: N9ne] up!!!