ฟังเพลงThe Birth (Remix)

Okay, Imma need you to push for me, Maudie，

Push, push, you're almost there! Almost there! Push! Push!

Yeah! We got a boy! We got a boy!

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 ****，

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，

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!)，

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。