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  1. [intro]
    industry does not, feel you
    i'm sick of this shit
    blind bitches wish
    n9ne's wickedness away

    [verse 1]
    motherfuckin' killer b
    there's about to become a distillery
    the majority don't really feel a g
    with the paint and a dark soliloquy
    music, they said killed the fee
    me, krizz, and makzilla free
    so i'm gonna have to keep it real with me
    fuck them straight with agility
    they callin' me crazy
    don't wanna play me
    so i make the music that will target their 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 dis the 'fit
    i ain't 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 can't please everybody
    when my mother was livin' they used to say "your son is scary maudie"
    i don't 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 don't fit the part for main stream cause i'm rougher
    only time they wanna look like me is halloween motherfucker
    i realize i'm not inviting

    [hook: tech n9ne & krizz kaliko]
    you ain't with it
    sit it down
    i'm a vicious
    wicked clown
    and i'm livid when the critics give us frowns
    trippin' with this nigga's sound
    yup, i get it now
    get it, me and you, 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 don't really make no dance songs, get it?
    i get it now

    [interlude]
    y'all can't tell i'm fuckin' myself up more and more on purpose?
    i love scarin' the hell out of y'all, haha

    [verse 2]
    stick the masses, whack it off in the casket
    sound like they wrist broken like put the fuckin' lotion in the basket
    how is he livin' lavish when he rap really fast and he mask it?
    they don't get it when i gas it
    they laugh at it, mad it ain't ratchet
    they wanna wear clothes just like a$ap rocky, like yeezy and drake
    that's what they identify with, not with a nigga with the clown paint on his face
    i get it that i'm 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 i'm 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 i've become a big boss
    but i'll never be cool as rick ross
    that's okay, n9ne's been rhyming
    and now he's shining
    perfect timing

    [hook: tech n9ne & krizz kaliko]
    you ain't with it
    sit it down
    i'm a vicious
    wicked clown
    and i'm livid when the critics give us frowns
    trippin' with this nigga's sound
    yup, i get it now
    get it, me and you, 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 don't really make no dance songs, get it?
    i get it now

    [outro: tech n9ne & woman speaking in reverse]
    so what i've come to realize is i will never fit in
    so it's my duty to make sure that i stand the fuck out
    meht etinu lliw eh esuac' ,meht sthgif reven eh yhw s'taht ,meht ekil gnihton s'eh
    if this thing does not kill you
    grind back to back tracks
    find racks on racks
    n9ne's stacking that all day