Lyrics:

Throw down your mic, son, your gauge is empty
Plus, the wack sh' 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 with Pro Tool
I rhyme with 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 MCs 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 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 (That's right), Stay in line (Stay in line, kid)
Stay in line

I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
Chrome-plated serrated swords slashing you
I shine light to the mic
That's filled with the unspoiled water that's rich with life
But um, you get high off the wealth and livin' large
We rely on the stealth of camouflage
Cut supply lines, flood your man's 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
Shoulda 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
Where the inmates write the verse on the walls of cells

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 (That's right), Stay in line (Stay in line, kid)
Stay in line

Ya out cold, ya styles old
Allah just rolled, attack his skull with a plan that's bold
Hit ya 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 your 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
With 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 an atonement for one chaotic moment

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 (That's right), Stay in line (Stay in line, kid)
Stay in line