The Birth

You see my artsy hate, Jellysickle dripping on ya But these guys bars be fake, yeah these fists will hit them stronger Really fly stars we make and I been doing this so long bruh Agree by far we great, so I'ma 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 But she taught me how to spell my name and how to 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 door She showed me so many crazy things living in the MO So when I grow, Red Nose will glow I escaped all the fear and anxiety when I listen to Roger Troutman, George Clinton More attention on the rap, but I love sounds smooth As a water fountain, George Benson And my step-father shouting ignored pimping And all the red up on the block, never thinking 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 You see my artsy hate, Jellysickle dripping on ya But these guys bars be fake, yeah these fists will hit them stronger Really fly stars we make and I been doing this so long bruh Agree by far we great, so I'ma 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 with 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 listen to Ice Cube, NWA and DOC That woke us up they set me free Was so abrupt, made me want to be dope as fuck Used gospel, R&B, my mother, and R-A-P, mixed that with rock I'ma grow to be the creme of the crop, an elite MC, and I just won't stop Don't nobody really want it dancing or rapping, what's happenin'? Let the war begin At school, battled daily, but can't nobody play me like a stretched accordion Bust first, and I got ya the surgeon, a doctor, I guess you're the next to bore me then Blood thirst hip-hopper, the birth of a chopper, but I'm not Ecuadorian You see my artsy hate, Jellysickle dripping on ya But these guys bars be fake, yeah these fists will hit them stronger Really fly stars we make and I been doing this so long bruh Okay by far we great, so I'ma 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 5816 Forest Non stopping rapping in the year of '85 But when the money dogs' rapping, MC rappers want to cry But when you hear the vicious B Boy echo through your bones Think of D-O-N-T-E-Z-Z because he stands alone That was my rap