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tech n9ne - i don’t fit lyrics

[intro]
okay, we gon’ do this in original tech n9ne fashion, motherf+ckers

[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 thе people talkin’, then on wе 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 n+gga, 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, n+gga
i don’t give a d+mn 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 d+mn 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–
[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 n+gga that outrap n+ggas
i am a lyrical representation of crack n+ggas
i’m under the poverty lines, feelin’ diseases
givin’ n+ggas 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+tch, f+ck you and that tortoise
i give ’em rigor mortis like an overdose
i spit like a h+rny b+tch 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
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+tch, i’m rockin’ and rollin’
comin’ up out the gutter, motherf+cker, there ain’t no controllin’
the dominant, the rough kickin’ knowledge
like a rebuffini i get up in that ass like stuffin’
with the n9ne technically, you n+ggas know i’m here
been doin’ this since i was 9, now it’s my time, can be n+gga try
many have failed to eliminate my sh+t whether you’ll die
with the knowledge they don’t teach this in college, motherf+cker, 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 n+ggas 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+tches
blackin’ on cats without a superstition in music bidness
(never wanna give a n+gga credit like the movie’s endin’)
i don’t feel like i was finna get inside a b+tch and on top of the
caliber [?] get in and their v+g+n+’s splittin’
all these n+ggas 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 hoes 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 k!llin’
f+ck you n+ggas, i’m father, won’t wanna run wh0res 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 n+ggas 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+)

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