Crybaby

[Intro: Interviewer, Tech N9ne]

Yo Tech, what's your feelings on the state of hip hop?

And is hop hop still alive or dead?

I mean, I love the state of hip hop right now, you know what I'm sayin'

I love it and I think hip hop is very alive, you know what I'm sizzlin'

Whenever you got brothers and sisters, you know I'm sayin

Comin' up out of poverty, you know what I'm sizzlin'

Doing something positive like music, you know what I'm sizzlin'

And making money I mean you know what I'm sayin'

I mean where is the motherfuckin' death in that?

[Verse 1]

I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO

My mama was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow

When it came to rap and R&B and plenty more

Check it, if it wasn't no gospel, apostle

Or written in the Bible, then it go

So when they tell the baby don't do something

Then it end up doing it anyway

Like, don't listen to rap, it's the evil music of today

But, I really fell in love with the sound

That was coming out from the East Coast

So we got it and twisted it up a bit

Now the industry's having a heatstroke

Some say that rap is dead

But when I get the white, black and red

And jump on the tour bus, do 58 shows

Then I'm back with a big black sack of bread

Can't believe that that was said, 'cause I'm here with a stack of fed

And I got it from rap/hip-hop or whatever and I did not have to beg

So, here I stand, the mic in hand with my rap attire

And I like my fans spending grands 'cause we got the fire

Our merchandise like 5 G's every half an hour

And you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifier

[Chorus]

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH-WAH-WAH!, crybaby

When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH-WAH-WAH!, what you crying 'bout?

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH-WAH-WAH!, crybaby

When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH-WAH-WAH!, what you crying 'bout?

[Interlude]

If it's negative, I don't wanna hear it

Eliminating player haters with they evil spirits

[Verse 2]

I hear 'em talkin', they mad at Smurf and Soulja Boy

They hating big in the magazine and don't even know the boys

I know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack people

Run up to the car, pull out the Mac Lethal

Man, that's a problem with the black people now

What ya need to know is that, in the world there's a lot of dough to stack

And the ones that wanna hold us back ain't been outside their cul-de-sac

Every nigga I know is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya back

But notice that, I can put it right down to where the shoulders at

Hating on the south? Why? Trippin' off them chips they got

You don't like that it's screwed and chopped

But you wanna get off in they pot

Wanna be MC, you talk a lot, up in the spot and you hot

'Cause their 84's be poking out, what the hell is you cryin' 'bout?

Everybody wanna be killer but not for realer

'Bout the method of making money you gotta get the milla

By doin' it like I do it, do the work and believe in it

When you do it to the fullest ain't no problem achieving it

When I was broke, homie I went for mills

Got on the mic with the intent to kill

Stronger than ever, and you a gimp for real

I drink Caribou Lou, and you drink Enfamil CHUMP!

[Chorus]

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH-WAH-WAH!, crybaby

When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH-WAH-WAH!, what you crying 'bout?

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH-WAH-WAH!, crybaby

When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH-WAH-WAH!, what you crying 'bout?

[Verse 3]

You should be clapping when folk make it up out the ghetto

Or trailer park, it don't matter even if he black or if he guerro

But you don't know how to be manly

Instead of a Timberland, you probably in a stiletto

Better yet in a baby shoe, jealous or maybe you

Sick of me 'cause I'm making dinero

And you don't wanna get clapped at

You want a standing ovation? I thought not!

You say you better than rappers on radio, man that's false chop

Try to run up on me, 'cause a Benzo will never be in your car slot

Try to step up on the scene, my infrared beam's right at your soft spot

If you was on TV and balling, you wouldn't groan and trip

He'd keep hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip

Tech got long cream with chrome things on his whip

He wanna stone Nin' with a chrome thing on his hip

But just know your hip will not stop the hop

'Cause when you look at the big picture, my block pops a lot daily

So keep on thinking my Guac stops the shots

And I can quickly bury you in your OshKosh B'gosh, baby

[Chorus]

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH-WAH-WAH!, crybaby

When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH-WAH-WAH!, what you crying 'bout?

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like

WAH-WAH-WAH!, crybaby

When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like

WAH-WAH-WAH!, what you crying 'bout?

[Outro]

I ain't one of them MCs that hate

I congratulate

Haters need to go get theirs, 'cause I'm getting mine, you know what I'm sayin'?