[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 is the land 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]