Lyrics This I Know (feat. Kevin Church Johnson) - Tech N9ne

God said it (mm)
What he say?
To the top is where you are headed (to the top, yeah)
But I know I'm hard-headed (you know I'm hard-headed, yeah)
What ya got? (Ooh)
I got a superstar fetish

I might not be a wonder with the numbers, but that music (this I know)
So many blunders, might stun ya, but that music (this I know)
I might be not be a scholar, so Father, I'ma holler (this I know)
I know you show the love (this I know)
I gotta go because (this I know)

The classroom where my daily chores are
Ignore them, daydreaming, reaching for the stars
My attitude in school is nope
But it's music notes and the ability of moving forward
But got a bad report card

No way to keep that bottled up, my hollow gut bubbling
'Cause was hovering as the teachers gonna make that follow-up call
To the house and rat us out, why they gotta bust balls?
Do you think that mom and dad gonna cuddle us? Nah

Stepdad is a businessman, he countin' bread
At the dining table, I sit down with my poundin' head
I didn't even have to tell him with the phone call that say I'm failin'
Lookin' at him, his temper swelling, now he shouting red

He said, "If you apply yourself, do well up in school
And I ain't about to hire no help
You grow up and find out you can't acquire more wealth
You're a teenager, so this ain't gonna require no belt"

Spot is hot again, look what I got us in
Oh my god, I'm in hot ham, honey
Where my mama Nem, can't even call her friend
No job, no dollars, and pops saying, "Dummy"
Committed a lot of sins, felt like I was not akin
When he brought that Allah in, heart ran from me
"Alhamdulillah", he said, when he popped me with some bread
You done knocked me in the head with some goddamn money
I'm gone

I might not be a wonder with the numbers, but that music (this I know)
So many blunders, might stun ya, but that music (this I know)
I might be not be a scholar, so Father, I'ma holler (this I know)
I know you show the love (this I know)
I gotta go because (this I know)

I'm my mind, I'm thinking I gotta go
Anybody around me think they can rhyme, I got a hotter flow
But the family think you wasting ya time, that brought a low
You wanna climb, but not a note
To beat N9ne, they shot up bro at mama's door

They think it's a hobby, but people applaud me
When I'm busting, so I'm up in that discussion with Maudie
When he was not at home
I told my mama, "I'd probably go to aunt Zeta's over the holidays"
Then she looked at me oddly

Sad, sad, like, "Just to go over Zeta's for Thanksgiving
You need all those clothes in a trash bag?"
Kiss my mama, then I made a mad dash down the block
And blast past all my friends, and it's gonna be our last, last

"Bye, Donny, bye, Donny, bye, Donny", was my shame lap
No more in chains trapped, I never came back
Love from my family, nothing will ever change that
Gotta go 'cause this I know, I'm chasing money, fame, rap

Spot is hot again, look what I got us in
Oh my god, I'm in hot ham, honey
Where my mama Nem, can't even call her friend
No job, no dollars, and pops saying, "Dummy"
Committed a lot of sins, felt like I was not akin
When he brought that Allah in, heart ran from me
"Alhamdulillah", he said, when he popped me with some bread
You done knocked me in the head with some goddamn money
I'm gone

I might not be a wonder with the numbers, but that music (this I know) (this I know)
So many blunders, might stun ya, but that music (this I know)
I might be not be a scholar, so Father, I'ma holler (this I know) (this I know)
I know you show the love (this I know) (this I know)
I gotta go because (this I know)

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, this I know, this I know
Oh-ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, this I know