[GZA]    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       [Chorus: Santi White (GZA)]    They got no place for me    In my life can't you see?    I must not push or bite it 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 (Stay in line kid)    Stay in line       [GZA]    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 sprits with light    But um, 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 of 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       [Chorus]       [GZA]    Ya out cold, ya styles old    Allah just rolled, attack his skull wit a plan less bone    Hit ya king with a Check that caused directly damage ya disco tech    Shoulda' Protect ya Neck       [Santi White]    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 that'll stop me from screaming       [GZA]    Involving movements, controlling the squares that's closed in    Wit impact, in fact ya zone is frozen    Submerged in deep blocks of ice    Sceaming 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       [Chorus]