Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Why You Ain't Call Me , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album Killer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.09.2010
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Why You Ain't Call Me |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You know I’m the hardest, you know that my art is applauded |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| I’m not broken-hearted, but it could have been on when I started |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You know I’m the hardest, you know that my art is applauded |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You sleep on my music and that’s a damn shame 'cause I slam my thang |
| I’ve been inside every hip-hop circle you could imagine |
| Gangster or Pop, even backpackers know that I’m real good at rappin' |
| I was strugglin' back in the day when my hood was lackin' |
| Yo, so I’m 'bout to talk about what should’ve, would’ve and could’ve happened |
| If music was about innovatin' and penetratin' |
| Generations by generatin' musical integration |
| It wouldn’t be about limitation and demonstratin' |
| Imitation we then are blatantly just disintegratin' |
| It ain’t about the music, it’s just about the fame |
| If you ain’t popular homie, then you just out the game |
| If video and radio don’t frequently announce your name |
| They don’t know your music even though you blow most out the frame |
| But a closed mouth don’t get fed when it stays shut |
| Lay cuts with Tecca Nina 'cause he can straight bust |
| Say what? |
| You ain’t heard of me gettin' paid bucks? |
| Touring, y’all see me rippin' the stage up |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You know I’m the hardest, you know that my art is applauded |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| I’m not broken-hearted, but it could have been on when I started |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You know I’m the hardest, you know that my art is applauded |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You sleep on my music and that’s a damn shame 'cause I slam my thang |
| Why you ain’t? |
| I’ve been on tour with Hov, 'bout 27 shows |
| Why he ain’t have me on a record only heaven knows |
| Maybe he missed us, missin' the big picture |
| That this is a fixture, aw yeah, he got Twista! |
| Well Twista’s my homie and we both from the Midwest |
| And I guess Hov ain’t lookin' for another speedy rapper kid yet |
| Me collaboratin' with them was all in me dreams |
| Matter fact the only one of 'em called me was Beans |
| He told me he played you «The Industry Is Punks» |
| And you loved it so you know Tech is what the industry would want |
| I started down at the bottom, got with TOG and then it paid |
| But I would’ve loved to been on the third verse of «Renegade» |
| They must think I’m a stick of dynamite with no stem |
| That’s probably why I got D12 but no Em! |
| But I burst flame and I bet that y’all know my first name |
| 'Cause I’m the hardest this side of Earth, mane |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You know I’m the hardest, you know that my art is applauded |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| I’m not broken-hearted, but it could have been on when I started |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You know I’m the hardest, you know that my art is applauded |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You sleep on my music and that’s a damn shame 'cause I slam my thang |
| Why you ain’t? |
| This ain’t no hate-mail, this a love letter |
| I love you niggas' music and I hope it does better |
| I just wish you woulda hit a brother that love cheddar |
| But I’m ballin' now and I’m better than I was EVER |
| Space age flows like Jesse and Primrose |
| Tenfold, I used to open-up, now I end shows |
| Grim road, when you one of the best with slim dough |
| And you ain’t got Dre, Storch, Pharrell and no Timbo |
| I’ve met almost half of the DTP |
| But the couple times I spoke to Luda, don’t think he see me |
| Had never met I-20 but he spoke at BET |
| Shawnna love me, Field Mob and Chingy decently speak me |
| So I’ma reiterate the game it’s all fame |
| And you don’t get no play if you an emcee with a small name |
| If I wanna get on TV I guess I gotta call Pain |
| And Nelly, my great-grandmother's name is Maude Haynes |
| Maybe I’m trippin', full of delusion |
| Maybe it come from all the drugs I was usin' |
| Maybe I am the best thing that you ever saw |
| Maybe I’m wrong and you don’t know me at all |
| I guess I’m blinded, I got reminded |
| That none of you just will never know who the N9ne is |
| And you never heard of the homie from the Show-me |
| PUNK THAT! |
| I know you niggas know me |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You know I’m the hardest, you know that my art is applauded |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| I’m not broken-hearted, but it could have been on when I started |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You know I’m the hardest, you know that my art is applauded |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You sleep on my music and that’s a damn shame 'cause I slam my thang |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You know I’m the hardest, you know that my art is applauded |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| I’m not broken-hearted, but it could have been on when I started |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You know I’m the hardest, you know that my art is applauded |
| Why you ain’t call me? |
| You sleep on my music and that’s a damn shame 'cause I slam my thang |
| Why you ain’t? |