Throw down your mic, son, your gauge is empty
Plus the wax in the game might tempt me
Quickly drop, non-stop, wrecked shot
What I took on the road, on the lap and desktop
A mixture from up-tempo to slow grooves
8-track, figure this mix a pro tool
I rhyme with sense, the paragraph is intense
Areas dense with the flow from the sentence
Engine powered by 500 horses
Pressed by threat of joint forces
For MCs who spit rap to cause beef
Cause they depend on wild kill for fresh meat
On the board, it's just a piece that's captured
Weak as the lamb that's laying in the pasture
The plug that gave me juice, I might pull it
Can't escape these endless waves of rap bullets
They've got no place for me
In my life, can you see?
I must not push or fight
They tell me, stay in line
Stay in line
Stay in line, son
That's right
Stay in line, yeah
Stay in line
I'm not a saint, in fact, I'm kind of rational
The chrome plate is a raided sword slashing you
I shine light to the mic
That's filled with the unspoiled water that's rich with light
But, um, you get high off the wealth of living large
We rely on the stealth and camouflage
Cut supply lines, flood your man's market
From high altitude, cover the land target
Lost in the desert, the journey is stressful
Where the rescues are unsuccessful
They perish while they search for intriguing treasures
Should've taken precautionary measures
The rhyme with a shake in the yard that kept stabbing you
A shakedown from Alcatraz to Attica
Because we rock the jails, where the end of the line is the end of the line

Inmates fight the burst on the wharf of cells
They got no place for me here
In my life, can't you see?
I must not push, oh buddy, they tell me
Stay in line, son
Stay in line
Stay in line, son
Stay in line, son
Stay in line, son
Stay in line, son
Stay in line, kid
Stay in line, son
Stay in line, son
Stay in line, son
Your alcohol, your stowel's on
A large dust roll attackin' skull
Where the plan is bold
Hit your king with a check
The cause direct, the champ's a discotheque
You should've protected, knack, knack, knack
And do they think they got me?
I don't know
They seen your picture, baby
Don't think so
Now pull your mission up while you were thinkin'
Ain't no collision will stop me from screamin'
Involving movements, controlling the squares it's closed in
With impact, in fact, your zone is frozen
Submersion, deep blocks of ice
Scheme minimized by the high-tech device
The slightest thing can bring pain and torture
The author who came with a burning offer
Published by whoever made it must own it
It's just an atonement for one chaotic moment
They got no place for me here
In my life, can't you see?
I must not push, oh buddy, they tell me
They tell me, stay in line, stay in line
Stay in line, stay in line, stay in line
They tell me, stay in line, stay in line
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