Lyrics Black Walt Street (The New Breed) - Tech N9ne

Black Walt!

Tech said, uh, "Ayy man, I wanna start rappin'"
And we laughed, you know, we like, "
Yeah right, man, you ain't no rapper"
Tech stands there, he get to beatin' his chest
"Given a chance to rhyme, a professional
Brother's gonna be a good start
Don't even think about slippin' because I'm fuckin' up every—"
And he's beatin' his chest with this shit
While he's doin' the 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 for sure the man
Whatever that be, hip-hop, AAT, know the jams
School's life was a load of fans, go to cram
In the bathroom, spit rap tunes
You come against me, get crushed like a soda can
'Til one day they told me they found somebody that can hold me
Rappin' and dancin', one of they homies
A new transfer, eighth grade enrollee, uh
They told me where bro be from
Southeast hood, so we run
To the bathroom to catch him
It's the rap goon and make him show me some
(Black Walt) But he was known as Reek Capone
I supplied the beat for homes, gangsta gangsta was the tone
'Cause he from 55th to Michigan
Where they nifty with the fisticants
Any bitch nigga trip within a block
It was Nickly Piff when shit begins
We connected, his way of rhymin' from me was respected
Him and Melvin Robinson's beatbox, I was elected
In school, we talk about a lot of records, who's the freshest
Makin' 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 stayed in his basement, he got equipment for music
He made a commitment to use it
But for me to come through, I gotta cross the clique and it's stupid
In front of Joe Boston house on Highland
I'm hit with the foolishness
From Duke, Mike, Timly and Bruce
Sometime the shit gets abusive
They just fuck with me 'cause I'm different
I'm just a teen and I'm distant
From the rough, I mean I'm tryna rush the scene
And try to clutch my dream and I'm dippin'
They chest bumpin' me, but ain't nobody that's punkin' me
When I made it to Walt's house and showed him the trip
And he said, "Let's run and see"
All was good, 'cause Reek Capone got respect from the hoods
No problems or squabbin' anywhere we stood
My mission is makin' music
But I didn't know that I had thuggers in the frame
'Cause he wasn't in a gang, but he had brothers in the game
In his house on 55th, his basement set up
He records tape deck to tape deck, start over if you mess up
We on, and when it get late, I gotta take the long way home
To avoid the negative noise
The neighborhood niggas won't leave me alone 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)

I would call Black Walt every day like we recordin'
But a lot of times he had street shit that was important
He said I need a three verse song because my shit was shortened
Then he disappeared for 'bout a month, there goes my fortune
Still wrote the song and all summer I practiced
School started, I seen Walt and I was nervous to rap it
After classes, walk in his basement, stop and I lap it
Him and DJ Bop Joe, "Ain't you that nigga that stole my jacket?"
They loved it, the new breed recorded and I dubbed it
Accidentally spread it to 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 turned on to the back of the page, the very last page
And they had a Tech N9ne right there
I had a TEC-9 at the time
So I was like, "Damn
My TEC-9 be shootin' fast as a motherfucker
Tech be rappin' fast as a motherfucker
Let's call this shit 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 named Chanel
Man, bitches, hahaha