[Verse 1: N9ne] The, the, the reason I'm breathin' Seeping It me cheese, why I'm eaten in Bad Season Was deep in beef and was some beats to release in evenings Instead of me being up and bleedin' with and heathens with keys and obstacles Made it for the flow go to be profitable Yo Tech's audible, his product popped and was plausible God is so for giving me music! Liftin', me though it when I was fixing to lose it Dudes hit Big Scoob's and reppin' the blue tip Fool's skipped when scritch, we jumped in the 2 whip Full clips for who stick the homie for true My crew, thanks to music, we all through it Got me out of the ghetto, got me mucho In Cozumel, Mexico and Jordans and a sombrero This ain't given from a devil, so settle Come and get rebel music that's hot as a kettle, pendejo Saved my life, my lights, made my wife, say "Bye Bye" Gave my nights babes, I like my mic Would never fade, forever slayed, I write My raised up better, faze way high hyped My music's one I always 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 (I love music) For real (I music) And I (I love music) To (I love music) Go and it (I love music) Yeah, what I'm saying? (I love music) My love (I music) what I'm saying?
[Verse 2: Automatic when I do Manually, daily, monthly, I get a closer to being the coolest Acoustic got me foolin', about to it. Ooh, shit Jump in the grind, and my hom' Mean produced it music pahtna I'm just a poet with rhythm Words arranged will let you know he has in him I mean to toot my own horn, but toot toot, ha ha I laugh because it's than do ray mi fa so la Ti do, we know he go say on that C Note And he can pay a C with that B Note I'm truth And I got that I show you that it's walkin proof A thousand miles of it and I can you what I'm walkin' through Music ain't a hobby, it's an organ, of my body, that the provided back in January of '92 So don't you dare say good music skipped my Your ain't nothin' but motivation for these compilations Oob!
[Verse 3: Lamar] is my life The reason why I Like Allen Poe on the beat, like a parasite You thought a made my flow just fall out the sky Then you fell apart into a part no one would buy Nobody tried my limits cause they're afraid of The ambition, weak or let 'em die I let you live a nigga compose a rhyme Then it's like a Rhino in your ass 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 deep before you Into a pool of sharks then an analogy on the way I do casualties And I do this shit the verse end, I'll be in the Hall of Fame with my picture framed, friend
[Bridge: Krizz And if it wasn't for my music, I wouldn't be here! If it wasn't for my music, you wouldn't nothing to hear, yeah And I love...
[Outro: Tech up!!!