[Verse 1: N9ne] The, the, the reason I'm breathin' heat It me cheese, why I'm eaten in Bad Season Was deep in beef and was needin' some beats to in evenings Instead of me up and bleedin' with thieves and heathens with keys and obstacles it possible for the flow go to be profitable Yo Tech's audible, his inaugural product popped and was God is so good for me music! Liftin', me though it when I was fixing to lose it Dudes hit Big Scoob's shit and reppin' the tip Fool's skipped when Scoob scritch, we in the 2 whip Full for who stick the homie for true grip My crew, thanks to music, we all living it Got me out of the ghetto, got me mucho In Cozumel, Mexico shorts and Jordans and a This ain't given 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, I write My raised up better, faze way high hyped My music's one I always get to lay my pipe The Tech Nina can comfortably say "Night, night" Blessed me, original flow, so Hey! Why bite? 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 need (I music) To (I love music) Go and play it (I music) Yeah, know what I'm (I love music) My love (I music) Know I'm saying?
2: Oobergeek] Automatic when I do Manually, daily, monthly, I get a step closer to the coolest Acoustic got me foolin', to lose it. Ooh, shit Jump in the grind, and my Mean Mike produced it music pahtna I'm just a poet with incredible 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 it's easier do ray mi fa so la Ti do, we he go say what 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 a hobby, it's an organ, of my body, that the creator provided back in January of '92 So don't you dare say good music my generation Your hatin' ain't nothin' but motivation for compilations Oob!
[Verse 3: Lamar] Music is my The why I write Like Allen Poe on the beat, like a parasite 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 they're afraid of heights The ambition, or gravity let 'em die I let you live until a nigga a rhyme Then it's a Rhino in your ass every time and time again I treat my pen like The Pen Bars than Pelican Bay and I been a life sentence 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 of Fame with my picture framed, friend
[Bridge: Kaliko] And if it wasn't for my music, I be standing here! If it wasn't for my music, you wouldn't nothing to hear, yeah And I love...
[Outro: N9ne] up!!!