IgE tit now

Industry does not feel you
Im sick of this shit
Blind bitches wish
N9nes wickedness always

Motherf**kin killer B
Theres about to become a distillery
The majority dont really feel a G
With the paint and a dark soliloquy
Music they said killed the fee
Me Krizz and Makzilla free
So Im gonna have to keep it real with me
F **k them straight with agility
They callin me crazy
Dont wanna play me
So I make the music that will target they babies
And open em up to wicked shit
They wanna know how hip is this
This never been no hipster shit
So the fakers see me and diss the fit
I aint cool like the late great Biggie Smalls the illest
So I went the route of a killer clown comin to pillage a village
Steady tryin to get em all to feel it
But I learned you cant please everybody
When my mother was livin they used to say your son is scary Maudie
I dont give a flyin dyin
Spy inside of al Qaeda they lyin
When tryin to diss Tech N9ne
And when they all shall buy us
I dont fit the part for main stream cause Im rougher
Only time they wanna look like me is Halloween motherf**ker
I realize Im not inviting
You aint with it

Sit it down

Im a vicious

Wicked clown

And Im livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin with this niggas sound
Yup I get it now
Get it me and you you now we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame get it
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I dont really make no dance songs get it
I get it now
Yall cant tell Im f**kin myself up more and more on purpose
I love scarin the hell out of yall haha

Stick the masks wrap it off in the casket
Sound like they wrist broken like put the f**kin lotion in the basket
How is he livin lavish when he rap really fast and he mask it
They dont get it when I gas it
They laugh at it they mad it aint ratchet
They wanna wear clothes just like A$AP Rocky like Yeezy and Drake
Thats what they identify with not with a nigga
With the clown paint on his face
I get it that Im wicked
When I spit it they be comin to get em a ticket
Talk a lot of shit at the gate and they got to zip it
When Im bustin they open up to somethin different and dig it
I get it I never looked like the average black dude
Track shoes gold teeth and covered in tattoos
Yak booze reeking and chiefing the sack through
Speakin about reaching them hardened hat screws
Jack move
Yes Ive become a big boss
But Ill never be cool as Rick Ross

Thats okay N9nes been rhyming
And now hes shining
Perfect timing

You aint with it

Sit it down

Im a vicious

Wicked clown

And Im livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin with this niggas sound
Yup I get it now
Get it me and you you now we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame get it
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I dont really make no dance songs get it
I get it now
So what Ive come to realize is I will never fit in

So its my duty to make sure but I stand the f**k out

If this thing does not kill you
Grind back to back tracks
Find racks on racks
N9nes stacking that all day