Letra de Black Walt Street (The New Breed) - Tech N9ne

Black Walt

Tech said, "Ummm, hey, man, I wanna start rappin'" and we laughed, we're like, "Yeah, right, man you ain't no rapper"

Tech stands there, he get to beating his chest

"Givin' a test to rhyme my professional, brother's gonna be a young star

Don't even think about sleepin' because I'm fuckin' up every.."

And he is beating his chest with this shit, while he's doing a whole rap

I'm like "Man, this dude has created a whole 'nother style that I ain't never heard"

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

On 55th street

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

Shit gets deep

Middle school my peers know I'm fa sho the man

Whatever that be hip hop A. Yates, he know the jam

School cypher's a load of fans go ta cram

In the bathroom to spit rap tunes

You come against me, get crushed like a soda can

Till one day they told me they found somebody that can hold me rappin' or dancin'

One of they homies

A new transfer 8th grade enrollee, uh!

They told me where bro be from

Southeast hood niggas so we run

To the bathroom to catch whom

Is a rap goon and make him show me some

(Black Walt)

But he was known as Wee Capone

I supplied the beat for homes

Gangsta gangsta was the tone

'Cause he from 55th in Michigan

Where they nifty with the fist against

Any bitchy niggas trip within a block

Of a sickly pit where shit begins (Cheah!)

We connected

His way of rhyming from me was respected

Him and Melvin Robinson's beatbox, I was elected

In school we (Cheah!) talk about a lot of records who's the freshest

Making music was requested

We didn't know we'd be blessed with "The New Breed"

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

On 55th street

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

Shit gets deep

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

On 55th Street

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

Shit gets deep

He said in his basement, he got equipment from music

He made a commitment to use it

But for me to come through, I gotta cross the clique in this stupid

In front of your Boston house on Highland, I'm hip with the foolishness

From Duke, Mike Timley and Bruce, sometime the shit gets abusive

They just fuck wit' me 'cause I'm different (Cheah!), I'm just a teen and I'm distant (Cheah!)

From the rough to mean, I'm tryna rush the scene, and tryna clutch my dream, and I'm dippin' (Cheah!)

They chest bumpin' me, but ain't nobody that's punkin' me

When I made it to Walts house, and told him they trippin' he said "let's run and see"

I was good, 'cause Wee Capone got respect from the hoods

No problems of squabbing anywhere we stood

My mission is making music, but I didn't know that I had thuggers in the frame

'Cause he wasn't in the gang, but he had brothers in the game

In his house on 55th, his basement set up

He records tape deck to tape decks, start over if you mess up

We on, when it get late I gotta take the long way home

To avoid that negative noise that neighborhood niggas won't leave me alone, no

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

On 55th street

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

Shit gets deep

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

On 55th Street

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

Shit gets deep

I'ma call Black Walt, every day like we recordin'

But a lotta times he had street shit that was important

He said I need a three verse on, because my shit was shortened

And he disappeared for about a month, there goes a fortune

Still wrote the song, and all summer I practiced

School started I seen Walt, and I was nervous to rappin'

After classes, walkin' this basement stop and I laugh it's

Him and DJ Bop, yo ain't you that nigga that stole my jacket

They loved it "The New Breed" recorded and I dubbed it

Accidently spread it through the public, true lie

Black Walt, gave me my first burst of fame

Same night we did the song gave me my Tech N9ne name on

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

On 55th street

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

Shit gets deep

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

On 55th Street

Black Walt Street

Black Walt Street

Shit gets deep

Then we turn on to the back of the page, the very last page

And they had a TEC-9 right there.. I had a TEC-9 at the time

So I was like damn, my TEC-9 be shooting fast as a muhfucka

Tech be rappin' fast as a mothafucka, let's call this nigga Tech N9ne

So did you know mom back then?

Nah! I was in my early teens like back when I experienced my first heartbreak by a girl name Chanel

Man, bitches hahaha

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