Throw down ya mic, son, ya gauge is empty   Plus, the wack shit in the game might tempt me   Quickly drop non-stop rec shot   What I took on the road on the lap and desktop      A mixture from up-tempo to slow grooves   8-Track figure that's mixed wit Pro Tool   I rhyme wit sense, the paragraph was intense   Area's dense with the flow from the sentence      Engine powered by five hundred horses   Press by a threat of joint forces   For emcee's who spit rap to cause beef   'Cause they depend on wild kill for fresh meat      On the board, you're just a piece that's captured   Weak as the lamb that's laying in the pasture   The plug that gave ya 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't you see?   I must not push or bite, they tell me      Stay in line, stay in line   (Stay in line)   Stay in line, stay in line   (Stay in line, son)      Stay in line, stay in line   (That's right)   (Stay in line, kid)   Stay in line      I'm not insane, in fact I'm kinda rational   Chrome-plated serrated swords slashing you   I shine light to the mic   That's filled with the unspoiled water that spirits with light      But you get high of the wealth and livin' large   We rely of the stealth of camouflage   Cut supply lines, flood ya mans 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 it, intriguing treasures   Should've taken precautionary measures      The rhyme with the shank in the yard that kept stabbing ya   A shakedown from Alcatraz to Attica   Because we rock the jails   Wit it and Mase write the verse on the walls of cells      They've got no place for me   In my life can't you see?   I must not push or bite, they tell me      Stay in line, stay in line   (Stay in line)   Stay in line, stay in line   (Stay in line, son)      Stay in line, stay in line   (That's right)   (Stay in line, kid)   Stay in line      Ya out cold, ya style's old   Allah just rolled, attack His skull wit a plan less bone   Hit a King with a Check that caused directly damage ya disco tech   Shoulda' Protect ya Neck      And do they think they got me?   (I don't know)   They seen ya picture, baby?   (Don't think so)   Now do your mission and while you were thinking   Ain't no collision will stop me from screaming      Involving movements, controlling the squares that's closed in   Wit impact, in fact ya zone is frozen   Submerged in deep blocks of ice   Scheming a wise by the high-tech devise      The slightest fame can bring pain and torture   The author who came with a burning offer   Published by whoever made it must own it   Is just symatomic for one chaotic moment      They've got no place for me   In my life can't you see?   I must not push or bite, they tell me      Stay in line, stay in line   (Stay in line)   Stay in line, stay in line   (Stay in line, son)      Stay in line, stay in line   (That's right)   (Stay in line, kid)   Stay in line