[Verse 1: N9ne] The, the, the that I'm breathin' Seeping It gets me cheese, why I'm in Bad Season Was deep in beef and was needin' some beats to release in Instead of me being up and bleedin' thieves 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', gettin' me though it when I was to lose it Dudes hit Big Scoob's and reppin' 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, thanks to music, we all living it Got me out of the ghetto, got me mucho In Cozumel, Mexico shorts and and a sombrero This gift ain't from a devil, so settle Come and get this rebel music hot as a kettle, pendejo Saved my life, paid my lights, my wife, say "Bye Bye" Gave my nights babes, I like my mic Would never fade, forever slayed, days I My raised up better, faze way high hyped My music's one I always get to lay my pipe The reason Tech can comfortably say "Night, night" me, with original flow, so Hey! Why bite? I hear, I feel, I live, listen and I like...
[Hook: Krizz (I music) Yeah, I love (I music) For (I love 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 (I love music) what I'm saying?
[Verse 2: when I do this Manually, daily, monthly, I get a step closer to the coolest got me foolin', about to lose it. Ooh, shit Jump in the grind, and my hom' Mean produced it music pahtna I'm just a poet incredible rhythm Words will 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 what on that C And he can pay a C Note with that B I'm talkin' And I got stories that I show you it's walkin proof A thousand miles of it and I can show you I'm walkin' through Music a hobby, it's an organ, of my body, that the creator provided back in January of '92 So don't you dare say music skipped my generation Your hatin' nothin' but motivation for these compilations Oob!
[Verse 3: Kendrick Music is my The why I write Like Edgar Poe on the beat, like a parasite You thought a parachute made my just fall out the sky Then you fell apart into a part no one would buy Nobody tried my cause they're afraid of heights The ambition, weak or let 'em die I let you live a nigga compose a rhyme it's like a Rhino in your ass every time Time and time I treat my pen like The Pen Bars harder than Pelican Bay and I Servin' a life since the day I was ten Nine outta ten you only ten songs deep before you leap Into a pool of then swim That's an analogy on the way I do And I do this shit Before the verse end, I'll be in the Hall of Fame with my framed, friend
[Bridge: Kaliko] And if it wasn't for my music, I be standing here! If it wasn't for my music, you have nothing to hear, yeah And I love...
[Outro: N9ne] up!!!