I Get It Now (Explicit)

Industry does not feel you

I'm sick of this sh*t

Blind b**ches 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 sh*t

They wanna know how hip is this

This never been no hipster sh*t

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 ni**a'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 ni**a

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 sh*t 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 ni**a'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