Tech N9ne - Crybaby lyrics

Yo Tech what you feeling on
The state of hip hop?
And is hop hop still alive or dead?
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 brothers and sisters
You know I'm sayin comin' up out of poverty
You know what I'm sizzlin'
Doing something positive like music
You know what I'm sizzlin'
And making money I mean you
Know what I'm sayin' i mean where is the
Motherfuckin' death in that?

I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO
My mama was a heavenly one
So the fam was pretty slow
When it came to rap and R&B and plenty more
Check it, if it wasn't no gospel, apostle
Or written in the Bible, then it go
So when they tell the baby don't do something
Then it end up doing it anyway
Like, don't listen to rap
It's the evil music of today
But, I really fell in love with the sound
That was coming out from the East Coast
So we got it and twisted it up a bit
Now the industry's having a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead
But when I get the white, black and red
And jump on the tour bus, do 58 shows
Then I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said
'cause I'm here with a stack of fed
And I got it from rap
Hip-Hop or whatever and I did not have to beg
So, here I stand
The mic in hand with my rap attire
And I like my fans spending 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 pacifier

When I read the magazine
Them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH, crybaby
When I see them on the TV
Them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH, what you crying 'bout?
When I read the magazine
Them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH, crybaby
When I see them on the TV
Them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH, what you crying 'bout?
If it's negative, I don't wanna hear it
Eliminating player haters with
They evil spirit's

I hear 'em talkin'
They mad at Smurf and Soulja Boy
They hating big in the magazine and
Don't even know the boys i know the ploy
Washed up rappers wanna attack people
Run up to the car, pull out the Mac Lethal
Man that's a problem with
The black people now
What ya 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 their cul-de-sac
Every nigga I know is strapped
Rip shows that'll blow ya back
But notice that, i can put it right down
To where the shoulders at
Hating on the south? Why? Trippin'
Off them chips they got
You don't like that it's screwed and chopped
But, you wanna get off in they pot
Wanna be MC, you talk a lot
Up in the spot and you hot
'Cause their 84's be poking out
What the hell is you cryin' 'bout?
Everybody wanna be killer but not for realer
'Bout the method of making money
You gotta get the milla
By doin' it like I do it
Do the work and believe in it
When you do it to the fullest
Ain't no problem achieving it
When I was broke, homie I went for mills
Got on the mic with the intent to kill
Stronger than ever, and you a gimp for real
I drink Caribou Lou
And you drink Enfamil CHUMP

When I read the magazine
Them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH, crybaby
When I see them on the TV
Them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH, what you crying 'bout?
When I read the magazine
Them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH, crybaby
When I see them on the TV
Them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH, what you crying 'bout?

You should be clapping when folk make
It up out the ghetto or trailer park
It don't matter even if he
Black or if he guerro
But, you don't know how to be manly
Instead of a Timberland
You probably in a stiletto
Better yet in a baby shoe
Jealous or maybe you
Sick of me 'cause I'm making dinero
And you don't wanna get clapped at
You want a standing ovation? I thought not!
You say you better than rappers on radio
Man that's false chop try to run up on me
'cause a Benzo will never be in your car slot
Try to step up on the scene
My infrared beam's right at your soft spot
If you was on TV and balling
You wouldn't groan and trip
He'd keep hatred, envy
And bloodshed on his lip
Tech got long cream with chrome
Things on his whip
He wanna stone Nin' 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 thinking my Guac stops the shots
And I can quickly bury you
In your OshKosh B'gosh, baby

When I read the magazine
Them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH, crybaby
When I see them on the TV
Them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH, what you crying 'bout?
When I read the magazine
Them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH, crybaby
When I see them on the TV
Them rapper's sounding like
WAH WAH WAH, what you crying 'bout?

I am one of them Mcs that
Hater I can congratulate
Haters need to go get theirs
'cause I'm getting mine youknowI'msaying