[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] The, the, the reason that I'm breathin' Seeping heat It gets me cheese, why I'm eaten in Bad Season Was deep in beef and was needin' some beats to release in evenings Instead of me being up and bleedin' with thieves and heathens with keys and obstacles Made it possible for the flow go to be profitable Yo Tech's audible, his inaugural product popped and was plausible God is so good for giving me music! Liftin', gettin' me though it when I was fixing to lose it Dudes hit Big Scoob's shit and reppin' the blue tip Fool's skipped when Scoob scritch, we jumped in the 2 whip Full clips for who stick the homie for true grip My crew, thanks to music, we all living through it Got me out of the ghetto, got me mucho dinero In Cozumel, Mexico shorts and Jordans and a sombrero This gift ain't given from a devil, so settle Come and get this rebel music that's hot as a kettle, pendejo Saved my life, paid my lights, made my wife, say "Bye Bye" Gave my nights babes, I like prayed my mic Would never fade, forever slayed, days I write My cheddar raised up better, faze way high hyped My music's one reason I always get to lay my pipe The reason Tech Nina can comfortably say "Night, night" Blessed me, with original flow, so Hey! Why bite? I hear, I feel, I live, listen and learn I like...
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko] (I love music) Yeah, I love (I love music) For real (I love music) And I need (I love music) To feel (I love music) Go and play it (I love music) Yeah, know what I'm saying? (I love music) My love (I love music) Know what I'm saying?
[Verse 2: Oobergeek] Automatic when I do this Manually, daily, monthly, annually I get a step closer to being the coolest Acoustic got me foolin', about to lose it. Ooh, shit Jump in the grind, and my hom' Mean Mike produced it That's music pahtna I'm just a poet with incredible rhythm Words arranged will let you know he has incredible in him I don't mean to toot my own horn, but toot toot, ha ha I laugh because it's easier than do ray mi fa so la Ti do, we know he go say what on that C Note And he can pay a C Note with that B Note I'm talkin' truth And I got stories that I show you that it's walkin proof A thousand 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 back in January of '92 So don't you dare say good music skipped my generation Your hatin' ain't nothin' but motivation for these compilations Oob!
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[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Music is my life The reason why I write Like Edgar Allen Poe on the beat, like a parasite You thought a parachute made my flow just fall out the sky Then you fell apart into a body part no one would buy Nobody tried my limits cause they're afraid of heights The ambition, weak or gravity let 'em die I let you live until a nigga compose a rhyme Then it's like a Rhino in your ass every time Time and time again I treat my pen like The Pen Bars harder than Pelican Bay and I been Servin' a life sentence since the day I was ten Nine times outta ten you only ten songs deep before you leap Into a pool of sharks then swim That's an analogy on the way I do casualties And I do this shit casually Before the verse end, I'll be in the Hall of Fame with my picture framed, friend
[Bridge: Krizz Kaliko] And if it wasn't for my music, I wouldn't be standing here! If it wasn't for my music, you wouldn't have nothing to hear, yeah And I love...
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[Outro: Tech N9ne] Wake up!!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
