I Love Music (Kendrick Lamar & Oobergeek) - Tech N9ne

The, the, the reason that I’m breathin'

Seeping heat

It gets me cheese, why I’m eaten in Bad Season

Was deep in beef and was needing some beats to release in evenings

Instead of me being up and bleeding with thieves and heathens wit keys and

obstacles

Made it possible for the flow go to be profitable

Yo Tech audible, his inaugural prada popped and was plausible

God is so good for giving me music!

Liftin', gettin' me through when I was fixing to lose it

Dudes hit Big Scoob’s shit and reppin' the blue tip

Fool’s skipped when Scoob scritch, we jumped in the 2 whip

Full clips for who stick the homie for true grip

My crew, thanks to music, we all living through it

Got me out of the ghetto, got me mucho dinero

In Cozumel, Mexico shorts and Jordans and a sombrero

This gift ain’t given from a devil, so settle

Come and get this rebel music that’s hot as a kettle, pendejo

Saved my life, paid my lights, made my wife, say «Bye Bye»

Gave my nights babes, I like preyed my mic

Would never fade, forever slayed, days I write

My cheddar raised up better, faze way high hyped

My music’s one reason I always get to lay my pipe

The reason Tech N9na can comfortably say «Night, night»

Blessed me, with original flow, so Hey!

Why bite?

I hear, I feel, I live, listen and learn

I like…

(I love music)

Yeah, I love (I love music)

For real (I love music)

And I need (I love music)

To feel (I love music)

Go and play it (I love music)

Yeah, know what I’m saying?

(I love music)

My love (I love music)

Know what I’m saying?

Automatic when I do this

Manually, daily, monthly, annually

I get a step closer to being the coolest

Acoustic got me foolin', about to lose it.

Ooh, shit

Jump in the grind, and my hom' Mean Mike produced it

That’s music pahtna

I’m just a poet with incredible rhythm

Words arranged will let you know he has incredible in him

I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but toot toot, ha ha

I laugh because it’s easier than do ray mi fa sol la

Ti do, we know he go say what on that C Note

And he can pay a C Note with that B Note

I’m talkin' truth

And I got stories that I show you that it’s walkin proof

A thousand miles of it and I can show you what I’m walkin' through

Music ain’t a hobby, it’s an organ, of my body, that the creator provided back

in January of '92

So don’t you dare say good music skipped my generation

Your hatin' ain’t nothin' but motivation for these compilations

Oob!

Music is my life

The reason why I write

Like Edgar Allan Poe on the beat, like a parasite

You thought a parachute made my flow just fall out the sky

Then you fell apart into a body part no one would buy

Nobody tried my limits cause they’re afraid of heights

The ambition, weak or gravity let 'em die

I let you live until a nigga compose a rhyme

Then it’s like a Rhino in your ass every time

Time and time again I treat my pen like The Pen

Bars harder than Pelican Bay and I been

Servin' a life sentence since the day I was ten

Nine times outta ten you only ten songs deep before you leap

Into a pool of sharks then swim

That’s an analogy on the way I do casualties

And I do this shit casually

Before the verse end, I’ll be in the Hall of Fame with my picture framed, friend

And if it wasn’t for my music, I wouldn’t be standing here!

If it wasn’t for my music, you wouldn’t have nothing to hear, yeah

And I love…

Wake up!!!