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i don't fit feat. seuss mace
Tech N9ne
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(Ah)
Okay, we gon' do this in original Tech N9ne fashion, motherfuckers
People don't admit it, but I got them lookin' at me when I-
Spit, I'm the shit
But I don't fit
In your lane or where you claim it in your clique
I'm the shit, 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 shit
But I don't fit
In your lane or where you claim it in your clique
I'm the shit, but I don't fit
Not at all
People don't admit it, but I got them lookin' at me when I-
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 (yeah)
Hypothetically, if you got the power to fight the dread of me
Would you bite the head of the mic and let it be? (Yeah)
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 knows 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 nigga, I don't quit
Makin' all y'all mad when I ball tall cash
But they really be feelin' me when I haul all ass
When I brawl all bad, gonna call y'all dead, nigga
(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 shit 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 ganja
(But take a look around, and you can see the people trippin' when I-)
Spit, I'm the shit
But I don't fit
In your lane or where you claim it in your clique
I'm the shit, 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 shit
But I don't fit
In your lane or where you claim it in your clique
I'm the shit, but I don't fit
Not at all
People don't admit it, but I got them lookin' at me when I-
Spit like an alpaca from here to Cackalacky
I don't fit in, I'll show up to the venue stinkin' and ashy
With the intention of bein' the fat nigga that outrap niggas
I am a lyrical representation of crack niggas
I'm under the poverty line, spittin' diseases
Givin' niggas heebie-jeebies, oh Jesus
Got their grandma like, "Please my baby, don't need this"
"Won't you give 'em another chance to spit seasick?"
No, bitch, fuck you and that tortoise
I give 'em rigor mortis like an overdose
I spit like a horny bitch 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 drunk tank
Where the repeat offenders and all the cons be waitin'
I'm the shit, but I don't fit, constipation (hah-ha-ha)
Spit it from the brain illicitly, bitch, I'm rockin' and rollin'
Comin' up out the gutter, motherfucker, there ain't no controllin'
A diamond in the rough, kickin' knowledge like Amber Ruffin
I get up in that ass like stuffin'
With the N9ne, technically, you niggas know I'm it
Been doin' this since I was 9, now it's my time kid
Many have tried, many have failed to eliminate my shit
But they all died with the knowledge they don't teach this in college, motherfucker, I-
Spit, I'm the shit
But I don't fit
In your lane or where you claim it in your clique
I'm the shit, but I don't fit
Not at all
People don't admit it, but I got them lookin' at me when I-
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 niggas 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, bitches
Blackin' on cats without a superstition in music bidness
(Never wanna give a nigga credit like the movie's endin')
I don't feel like I was finna get inside a bitch
And on top of the caliber beast get in and their vagina's splittin'
All these niggas jackin' ism, I've been trippin'
When they pop my disc in, when I pop my mouth ism, call it optimism (get it?)
Oh my God, I be monolithic, but not demonic with the audio
You get money from hoes you politic with (ah)
Hit up my page, you are followin' it likes dark abysses
(God, I'm really sickin' on my doctor, this is documented)
Nose up bestowed tuck down for a killin'
Fuck you niggas, I'm father, won't wanna run whores chillin'
And what about your feelings? (What?) I'm mathematically presidential
With schematics, I can give algorithm
Any category you put me in, you will get mad and gory
It don't matter, homie, why? 'Cause I denounce your physics (ah)
(I'm 'bout to get inside so big, and obviously I don't fit the)
(Limited capabilities of all you niggas talkin' like you-)
Spit, I'm the shit
But I don't fit
In your lane or where you claim it in your clique
I'm the shit, 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 shit
But I don't fit
In your lane or where you claim it in your clique
I'm the shit, but I don't fit
Not at all
People don't admit it, but I got them lookin' at me when I-
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