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