Tech N9ne - The Birth Lyrics

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 f*ck
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