(Its On Now) Chiefs Remix- Ft Tech N9ne

歌詞

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