[Verse 1: Tech 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 release in Instead of me being up and bleedin' with and heathens with keys and obstacles Made it possible for the flow go to be Yo audible, his inaugural 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 shit and the blue tip Fool's skipped when Scoob scritch, we in the 2 whip clips for who stick the homie for true grip My crew, to music, we all living through it Got me out of the ghetto, got me mucho In Cozumel, Mexico shorts and and a sombrero This gift ain't given a devil, so settle Come and get rebel music that's hot as a kettle, pendejo Saved my life, paid my lights, my wife, say "Bye Bye" my nights babes, I like prayed my mic Would never fade, forever slayed, days I My cheddar raised up better, way high hyped My music's one I always get to lay my pipe The reason Nina can comfortably say "Night, night" me, with original flow, so Hey! Why bite? I hear, I feel, I live, and learn I like...
[Hook: Kaliko] (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 love (I music) Know what I'm
[Verse 2: when I do this Manually, daily, monthly, I get a closer to being the coolest got me foolin', about to lose it. Ooh, shit Jump in the grind, and my hom' Mean produced it That's music I'm just a poet with incredible Words arranged will let you he has incredible in him I mean to toot my own horn, but toot toot, ha ha I because 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 B Note I'm talkin' 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, an organ, of my body, that the creator provided back in January of '92 So don't you say good music skipped my generation Your hatin' ain't nothin' but for these compilations Oob!
[Verse 3: Lamar] is my life The reason why I Like Edgar Allen Poe on the beat, like a You thought a parachute made my just fall out the sky you fell apart into a body part no one would buy Nobody my limits cause 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 your ass every Time and time I treat my pen like The Pen Bars harder Pelican 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 Hall of Fame with my framed, friend
[Bridge: Kaliko] And if it wasn't for my music, I wouldn't be here! If it for my music, you wouldn't have nothing to hear, yeah And I love...
[Outro: N9ne] up!!!