I Get It Now

Industry does not feel you
I'm sick of this shit
Blind bitches wish
N9ne's wickedness always

Motherf**kin' 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
F**k them straight with agility
They callin' me crazy
Don't 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 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 motherf**ker
I realize I'm not inviting
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 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 don't really make no dance songs get it
I get it now
Y'all can't tell I'm f**kin' myself up more and more on purpose
I love scarin' the hell out of y'all 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 don't get it when I gas it
They laugh at it they 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

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 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 don't really make no dance songs get it
I get it now
So what I've come to realize is I will never fit in

So it's 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
N9ne's stacking that all day