VERSE 1
(THAT MANIAC ZACK)

I guess I'm a little bit different, a misfit, I can't fit in,
Or spit about cash and whips cuz I can't pretend,
They'll never get the satisfaction of boxin' me in,
I'd rather quit and put down the pen than to get wit' your trend,
You gotta be trippin' if you thinkin' it's in to dress and act like a fem, so I ain't fuckin' with them,
Plus I ain't trappin' or makin' a cent, cuz I can hardly pay rent,
Much less buy a Ferrari or Benz to impress all my friends,
I ain't a pimp or a thug, or swagged up in the club,
Never been hooked on drugs, I been content with bud, but hat ain't enough if I ain't one of all the above,
They got us all messed up if they ain't showin' us love,
We keep it real, never fake, but that's the reason they hate,
But I don't care what they gotta say, we're doin' this our way,
Settin our own pace, but the fact always remains it's a goddamn shame,

HOOK
(DEMO)

They say we too white, but we ain't white enough,
And that we like to fight, but we don't fight enough,
Say we clown too much, but we too serious,
And get loud too much, but they ain't hearin' us,
Well anyway, fuck what y'all say,
We gon' be N-P-C-3 all day,
We gonna do this our way,
You will never box us in,

VERSE 2
(BIG MO-BERG)

Now picture me boxed in,
Tip toein' round this game, spittin' wit caution,
I'd rather be rotten, sittin' layin' stiff in a coffin,
Than spittin' bout some shit that I've boughten,
Forgive me, I'm not them,
I don't give a shit what u flossin',
If it was up to them we would not win, well fuck them,
I'm me, I don't wanna go pretend with them,
Fuck swag, I don't wanna be so feminine,
Literally took the term, fuckin gentlemen,
Please industry, can we just be fuckin' men again?
Hold up - you catch the double entendre?
Probly not, fuck you and the drama - you're mama,
Now they say that we spittin' that G shit,
Cuz we spittin' real shit and ain't fuckin' wit weak shit - wow,
We ain't no muthafuckin' gangsters Jack,
Go blame Mac Miller if we're considered gangster rap,

HOOK
(DEMO)

They say we too white, but we ain't white enough,
And that we like to fight, but we don't fight enough,
Say we clown too much, but we too serious,
And get loud too much, but they ain't hearin' us,
Well anyway, fuck what y'all say,
We gon' be N-P-C-3 all day,
We gonna do this our way,
You will never box us in,

VERSE 3
(THAT MANIAC ZACK)

They try to stereotype my rhymes cuz I'm white, but find I don't bite the radio's hype,
Don't care what you like, I'll rip it up outta spite, and murk the mic into light,
Because you know that we're tight, so forget the limelight,

(BIG MO-BERG)

Better get ya mind right, quit hatin' on me,
Cuz you don't believe or you don't feel the same as me,
It's plain to see, you ain't who I aim to be,
Cuz alla y'all muthafuckas sound the same to me,

(THAT MANIAC ZACK)

Don't wanna give us a chance to snatch up all of your fans, and have the mass in a trance, can't understand how we rap so advanced,
Can't match a style that's too bad, we know we're makin' you mad cuz your act couldn't last, we'll leave it up in the trash,

(BIG MO-BERG)

Never be pigeonholed by these hypocritical individuals,
Who ain't even worth a subliminal,
Or these pigeon toed, chicken head hoes, spittin' bread flows,
We'll be the Tech wit the red nose,

HOOK
(DEMO)

They say we too white, but we ain't white enough,
And that we like to fight, but we don't fight enough,
Say we clown too much, but we too serious,
And get loud too much, but they ain't hearin' us,
Well anyway, fuck what y'all say,
We gon' be N-P-C-3 all day,
We gonna do this our way,
You will never box us in,