[Verse 1: N9ne] The, the, the reason that I'm Seeping 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 and obstacles Made it possible for the flow go to be Yo Tech's audible, his inaugural popped and was plausible God is so good for me music! Liftin', gettin' me it when I was fixing to lose 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 the homie for true grip My crew, thanks to music, we all through it Got me out of the ghetto, got me dinero In Cozumel, Mexico shorts and Jordans and a This gift given from a devil, so settle Come and get this rebel that's hot as a kettle, pendejo Saved my life, my lights, made my wife, say "Bye Bye" Gave my babes, I like prayed my mic Would never fade, forever slayed, I write My cheddar raised up better, faze way high My music's one I always get to lay my pipe The reason Tech Nina can say "Night, night" Blessed me, with original flow, so Hey! Why I hear, I feel, I live, listen and I like...
[Hook: Krizz (I music) Yeah, I love (I music) For real (I music) And I (I love music) To (I love music) Go and it (I love music) Yeah, know what I'm (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 being the got me foolin', about to lose it. Ooh, shit Jump in the grind, and my hom' Mike produced it music pahtna I'm just a poet with rhythm arranged will let you know he has incredible in him I don't mean to toot my own horn, but toot, ha ha I laugh because it's easier 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 talkin' And I got stories that I you that it's walkin proof 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 music skipped my generation Your hatin' nothin' but motivation for these compilations Oob!
[Verse 3: Lamar] Music is my The reason why I Edgar Allen Poe on the beat, like a parasite You thought a parachute made my flow just out the sky Then you fell apart a body part no one would buy Nobody tried my limits they're afraid of heights The ambition, or gravity let 'em die I let you live until a compose a rhyme Then it's like a Rhino in ass every time Time and time again I treat my pen The Pen Bars harder than Bay and I been Servin' a sentence since the day I was ten Nine outta ten you only ten songs deep before you leap Into a of sharks then swim an analogy on the way I do casualties And I do shit casually Before the verse end, I'll be in the of Fame with my picture framed, friend
Krizz Kaliko] And if it for my music, I wouldn't be standing here! If it wasn't for my music, you wouldn't have to hear, yeah And I love...
[Outro: N9ne] up!!!