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[Intro:] [Guy:] Yo Tech what's you feelings on the state hip hop and is hip hop still alive or is it dead [Tech N9ne:] 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 brother and sisters you know what I'm sayin Comin up out of poverty you know what I'm sizzlin And doin sumtin positive like music you know what I'm sizzlin And makin money I mean you know what I'm sayin I mean wheres the motherfuckin death in that [Verse 1:] I was born in 71 in kansas city MO My momma was a heavily one so the fam was pretty slow When it came to rappin R&B and plenty mo Check it if it wasn't no gospel parcel writtin bible then it go So when you tell the baby to don't do sumtin they end up doin it anyway Like don't listen to rap cause it's the evil music of today But I really fell in love with the sound that was comin out from the eatscoast So we got it twist it up a bit and the industry's havin a heatstroke Some say that rap is dead But when I get the white black and red And jump on the tour bus and do 58 shows and I'm back with a big black sack of bread Can't belive that that was said SongtexteCause I'm here with a sack of feds And I got it from rap hip hop or watever and I did not have to beg So here I stand the mic in hand with my rapporteur And I like the fans Spendin grands Cause we got the fire I merchandise like 5 g's every half an hour And you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifer [Chorus:] When I read them magazines Them rappers soundin like WAH WAH WAH Crybaby When I see them on the TV Them rappers soundin like WAH WAH WAH What you cryin for [x2] [Verse 2:] If it's negative I don't wanna hear it Eleminate the player hatin when they in the spit I hear em talkin they mad and smurfin soulja boy They hatin bigger then magazine and don't even know the boy I know the boy Watch them rappers wanna attack people Run up to the car and pull out the mac lethal Man that's the problem with the black people Now what you 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 they cold us sack Every nigga I know is strapped Rip shows that'll blow your back But noice that That I could put it right down where the shoulders at Hatin on the south why Trippin of them trips they got If you don't like it the screwed & chopped But you wanna get of in em pop Wanna be MC to talk a lot Up in the spot and you hot Cause they 84's be pokin not What the hells is you cryin bout Everybody wanna be killin When I'm barellin By the method I'm makin money u gotta get the milli By doin it like I do it do the work belivin in it When you do it to the fulest ain't no problem acheivin it When I was broke homie I went for mill Got on the mic with the intent to kill Stronger then ever inkier for real I drink caribou lou and you drink en famille CHUMP [Chorus:] When I read them magazines Them rappers soundin like WAH WAH WAH Crybaby When I see them on the TV Them rappers soundin like WAH WAH WAH What you cryin for [x2] [Verse 3:] You should be clappin when from makin it out ghetto Or Tryin to park it don't matter even if he black or if he whetto But you don't know how to be manly instead of timberly you probablly in your stiletto Better yet in a baby shoe Jealous maybe of you Sick of me cause I'm makin dineiro You don't wannna get clapped at you wanna standing ovation I thought not You say you better than rappers on radio man that's false chopped Tryin to run up on me cause benzio will never be in your car slot Tryin to step up on the scene My infared beams Right at your soft spot If you was on TV and ballin you wouldn't grown and trip He keep hatred envy and blood shed on his lip Tech got long cream And with chrome things on his whip He want stone nein On 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 thinkin my qwak Stops The shots And I can quickly burry you in ash kash ba kosh baby [Chorus:] When I read them magazines Them rappers soundin like WAH WAH WAH Crybaby When I see them on the TV Them rappers soundin like WAH WAH WAH What you cryin for [x2] [Outro:] I ain't one of them MCs that hate I congratulate The haters need to go get theirs cause I'm gettin mine You know what I'm sayin Aus Songtexte Mania