Ya see my art see hate
Jelly sicle drippin on ya
Cause these guys bars be fake
Yeah these fist will hit them stronga
Really fly stars we make
It been doin this so long bruh
Agree by far we great
So I'm gon take you right back home for
The B.I.R.T.H. of Tech (Tech) N9ne (N9ne)
The B.I.R.T.H. of Tech (Tech) N9ne (N9ne)
The B.I.R.T.H. of Tech (Tech) N9ne (N9ne)
When I was bout five years old
My Christian mama took me to the show
Halloween was so ketamine and blow
When she taught me how to spell my name it had a flow
So I would know how the rhythm go
The clowns at Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey yo
They scared me so I'm out the doe
She showed me so many crazy things livin in the MO
So when I grow red nose will glow
I escaped all the fear and anxiety when I listened to
Roger Troutman George Clinton
More attention on the rap
But I l9ve sound smooth as a water fountain George Benson
And my step father shoutin ignore pimpin
And all the red up on the block
Never thinkin that with all I said was gonna pop
Never really saw the bread but wanna rock
Chose rap something raw my head was gonna drop boom!
Ya see my art see hate
Jelly sicle drippin on ya
Cause these guys bars be fake
Yeah these fist will hit them stronga
Really fly stars we make
It been doin this so long bruh
Agree by far we great
So I'm gon take you right back home for
The B.I.R.T.H. of Tech (Tech) N9ne (N9ne)
The B.I.R.T.H. of Tech (Tech) N9ne (N9ne)
The B.I.R.T.H. of Tech (Tech) N9ne (N9ne)
Oh god please tell me why my mom was cursed wit the epilepsy for?
A physical war in her brain and core
I remember visiting her in the psychiatric wards
Bout three or four but I don't keep score
Then I listened to Ice Cube NWA and D.O.C.
(that woke us up)
They set me free
(was so abrupt)
Made me wanna be
(dope as fuck)
Use gospel R&B my mother and R.A.P.
(mix that wit rock)
I'mma grow to be
(the cream of the crop)
An elite MC
(and I just won't stop!)
Don't nobody really want it dancin or rappin
What's hatnin let the war begin (chyeah!)
At school battle daily but can't nobody play me
Like a stretched accordion (chyeah!)
Bust first and I gotcha the surgeon I doctor
I guess you're the next ta bore me then (chyeah!)
Blood thirst hip hopper the birth of a choppa
But I'm not Ecuadorian
Ya see my art see hate
Jelly sicle drippin on ya
Cause these guys bars be fake
Yeah these fist will hit them stronga
Really fly stars we make
It been doin this so long bruh
Agree by far we great
So I'm gon take you right back home for
The B.I.R.T.H. of Tech (Tech) N9ne (N9ne)
The B.I.R.T.H. of Tech (Tech) N9ne (N9ne)
The B.I.R.T.H. of Tech (Tech) N9ne (N9ne)
