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    "Stay In Line" Lyrics


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    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 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 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 (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 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 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


    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

    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

    This song was submitted on November 17th, 2004 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing.
    Written by Santi White, Gary Grice, Sulayman Ansari.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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