About This Track
"I DON’T FIT" is a track by Tech N9ne, from the album ASIN9NE, released 8th October 2021. Full lyrics are available below.
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Lyrics
[Intro] Okay, we gon' do this in original Tech N9ne fashion, motherfuckers [Chorus: Tech N9ne] (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-) [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 I'ma chew this I'm ghoulish to thе people talkin' down then 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 that N9na be comin' wit' 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 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– [Chorus: Tech N9ne] 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-) [Verse 2: Seuss Mace] 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 they 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, I'm 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 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– [Chorus: Tech N9ne] 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-) [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 niggas thought I was stupid to put their 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 bitch 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 [?] 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 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' Fuck you niggas, I'm father, won't wanna run whores 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 niggas talkin' like you–) [Chorus: Tech N9ne] 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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