I DON'T FIT (feat. Seuss Mace)

(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 ****, 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, ****

(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 **** that outrap ****

I am a lyrical representation of crack ****

I'm under the poverty line, spittin' diseases

Givin' **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****, 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 **** 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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