| I was too rap for my rock friends
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| And too rock for my rap friends, back then
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| I never ran enough track for the jocks
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| I never rocked enough black for the goths
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| So hello ma’am, I wasn’t in the commercial
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| I’m the parallelogram that didn’t fit into the circle
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| I was undefined like the slope of a vertical line
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| I’m who they doubted when they heard he could rhyme
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| But can’t stress the enormity of nonconformity
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| And how importantly it played into me even recording these
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| Songs for the underdogs, raps for the outcasts
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| Blending in with everyone? |
| Spose isn’t about that
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| Falling in line never sounded fun to me
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| So I marched to the beat of my own drum machine
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| I found my rhythm even if I didn’t fit in
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| If you didn’t get the vision when I spit it look
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| I’m a little different, I’m a little different
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| I’m a little different, I’m a little different from you
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| And if you don’t like that, and if you don’t like that
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| And if you don’t like that, fuck you
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| I’ma be me, I’ma I’ma be me
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| I’ma I’ma be me, till the day I die
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| And if I change or decide to stay the same
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| I can because it’s my life
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| I got no usual rapper story, don’t fit in no category, don’t give me no labels
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| I use distorted guitars, I put all big words in my bars, somehow put food on
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| the table
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| And I don’t know no one else who got the same taste as myself, homie I don’t
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| care if you get me
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| And I don’t fit in no group, if you were to sit in the coupe, you see I got
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| Weezer and Biggie
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| See I like rock stuff, rap’s sweet, odd duck, Black Sheep
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| I always been a little bit different
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| Been in the left field, too weird, black nails, blue hair
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| I never fit the descriptions
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| So get enlightened, go and buy a lamp
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| Kick it with me outside the venn diagram
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| Spizzy, I found my rhythm even if I didn’t fit in
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| If you didn’t get the vision when I spit it, look
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| I’m a little different, I’m a little different
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| I’m a little different, I’m a little different from you
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| And if you don’t like that, and if you don’t like that
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| And if you don’t like that, fuck you
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| I’ma be me, I’ma I’ma be me
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| I’ma I’ma be me, till the day I die
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| And if I change or decide to stay the same
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| I can because it’s my life
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| It’s my life
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| So hang me if I’m ordinary
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| Go write my obituary
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| And hang me from the cemetery gates
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| See I just want to be remembered
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| As that spark, that burning ember
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| That made it through the cold December night
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| I’m a little different, I’m a little different
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| I’m a little different, I’m a little different from you
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| And if you don’t like that, and if you don’t like that
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| And if you don’t like that, fuck you
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| I’ma be me, I’ma I’ma be me
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| I’ma I’ma be me, till the day I die
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| And if I change or decide to stay the same
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| I can because it’s my life
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| I can’t stress the enormity of nonconformity
|
| And how importantly it played into me even recording these
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| Songs for the underdogs, raps for the outcasts
|
| Blending in with everyone? |
| Spose isn’t about that
|
| Falling in line never sounded fun to me
|
| So I marched to the beat of my own drum machine
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| I found my rhythm even if I didn’t fit in
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| If you didn’t get the vision when I spit it look
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| I’m a little different, I’m a little different
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| I’m a little different, I’m a little different from you
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| (So hang me if I’m ordinary)
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| And if you don’t like that, and if you don’t like that
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| And if you don’t like that, fuck you
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| (Go write my obituary)
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| I’ma be me, I’ma I’ma be me
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| I’ma I’ma be me, till the day I die
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| And if I change or decide to stay the same
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| I can because it’s my life
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| (And hang me from the cemetery gates)
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| So hang me if I’m ordinary
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| Go write my obituary
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| And hang me from the cemetery gates |