I DON'T FIT

[Intro]

Okay, we gon' do this in original Tech N9ne fashion, motherf**kers

[Hook: Tech N9ne]

(People don't admit it but I got them lookin' at me when I-)

Spit

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

In your lane or where you claim it in your clique

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

Not at all

(People don't admit it but I got them lookin' at me when I-)

Spit

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

In your lane or where you claim it in your clique

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

Not at all

(People don't admit it but I got them lookin' at me when I-)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Do this, now you're never wonderin' what the mood is

The clue is once you got at the top and now I'ma chew this

I'm ghoulish to the people talkin', then on we foolish

I am three dimensional like a Rubik's, I rule it

Hypothetically if you got the power to fight the dread of me

Would you bite the head of the mic and let it be?

Wipe the pedigree of the stuff that better be nice and readily

Right ahead of me, I'm a sight of rarity

You don't really feel the way the N9na be comin' with it

But everybody know that when he said it, he gonna get it

You wanna hear the reason bein' I don't fit

'Cause I'm a different type of ni**a, I don't quit

Makin' all y'all mad when I ball tall cash

But they really be feelin' me when I haul all a**

When I brawl all bad, gonna call y'all dead, ni**a

I don't give a damn about your people, they can come and get me

I don't fit like if I go hitchhike

Ain't a family stop us, they don't try no sh*t like

Takin' away my life or try to swallow this pipe

They pullin' on me, now we in a squabble, fist fight

Plan to damn and slam the anaconda

Hand to hand like bam, the man Wakanda

Rammed the jam, I can demand the g**ja

But take a look around and you can see the people trippin' when I

[Hook: Tech N9ne]

Spit

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

In your lane or where you claim it in your clique

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

Not at all

(People don't admit it but I got them lookin' at me when I-)

Spit

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

In your lane or where you claim it in your clique

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

Not at all

(People don't admit it but I got them lookin' at me when I-)

[Verse 2: Seuss Mace]

Spit like an alpaca from here to Cackalacky, got 'em

Fittin' nice, you went to the venue stinkin' and ashy

With the intention of bein' the fat ni**a that outrap ni**as

I am a lyrical representation of crack ni**as

I'm under the poverty lines, feelin' diseases

Givin' ni**as heebie-jeebies, oh Jesus

Talk to grandma like "leave my baby, don't need this

Won't you give 'em another chance to speak seasick?"

No b**ch, f**k you and that tortoise

I give 'em rigor mortis like an overdose

I spit like a horny b**ch on the cobra, soak

Saturate like holy water, the Holy Ghost

In my soul when I wrote this, I'm hopeless and anxious

Been homeless and spittin' dope in a dr*nk tank

With a repeat offender, turn up, the cops be waitin'

I'm the sh*t but I don't fit, constipation

Spit it from the brain illicitly, b**ch, I'm rockin' and rollin'

Comin' up out the gutter, motherf**ker, there ain't no controllin'

The dominant, the rough kickin' knowledge

Like a Rebuffini I get up in that a** like stuffin'

With the N9ne Technically, you ni**as know I'm here

Been doin' this since I was 9, now it's my time, can be ni**a try

Many have failed to eliminate my sh*t whether you'll die

With the knowledge they don't teach this in college, motherf**ker, I

[Hook: Tech N9ne]

Spit

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

In your lane or where you claim it in your clique

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

Not at all

(People don't admit it but I got them lookin' at me when I-)

[Verse 3: King Iso]

Go on the mic and I'm murderin' every rapper that you can mention

Manipulatin' molecules and makin' a new dimension

Takin' it back to when ni**as thought I was stupid and with the crew against them

But the few that dissed 'em, their viewers witnessed a crucifixion (right)

Lyrically I'm a human glitch, eatin' a bag of computer chips and

I won't have trouble shootin' a Ruger, b**ches

Blackin' on cats without a superstition in music bidness

(never wanna give a ni**a credit like the movie's endin')

I don't feel like I was finna get inside a b**ch and on top of the

Caliber basically get in and their vagina's splittin'

All these ni**as jackin' ism, I've been trippin'

When they pop my disc in when I pop my mouth [?] call it optimism (Get it?)

Oh my god, I be monolithic but not demonic with the audio

You get money from h*es you politick with

Hit up my page, you are followin' it like dark abysses

(god I'm really sickin' on my doctor, this is documented)

Nose up bestowed tuck down for a killin'

F**k you ni**as, I'm father, won't wanna run wh**es chillin'

And what about your feelings? I'm mathematically presidential

With schematics, I can give Al-Gore-rhythm

Any category you put me in you will get mad and gory

It don't matter, homie, why? 'Cause I denounce your physics

(I'm 'bout to get inside so big and obviously I don't fit the

Limited capabilities of all you ni**as talkin' like you

[Hook: Tech N9ne]

Spit

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

In your lane or where you claim it in your clique

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

Not at all

(People don't admit it but I got them lookin' at me when I-)

Spit

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

In your lane or where you claim it in your clique

I'm the sh*t

But I don't fit

Not at all

(People don't admit it but I got them lookin' at me when I