Tech N9ne - The Birth (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Tech N9ne - The Birth (en) Lyrics
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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
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!
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
Okay by far we great, so I'ma
take you right back home for
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
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