Line 'Em Up

I'm constantly getting mentioned by bloggers
One of the hardest
Avoided us now they call us
The flow the skin of a walrus
Shots of B12, as I hop up out a V12
You can hear the ocean if you listen to a seashell
These owners is Shady, feelin' like a part of D12
In DC, on the way to the club rolled 3 L's
Line Em' Up
Never been in the field when they shootin' you gotta duck
I remember my pockets had not a buck
This paper is the route of all evil but in god we trust
Whenever they waiting for your presence you ain't gotta rush
They followed em', caught him in his building shot his lobby up
The homicides is up
Coroners just adding bodies up
I touch down in NYC like honey I'm home again
Smoking East Co. this shit is hitting like opium
All they ever do is throw shade and sprinkle sodium
But keep provoking him and I might go Doctor Kevorkian
One tab later I'm googly eyed at the Gagosian
The Van Gogh of rap I need a mic and a podium
Matter fact sit down I'm conducting my symposium
Fantasizing fucking rap right in its fallopian
Came and I saw and I conquered like Napoleon
The custodian of my tailor made utopian
When did hip hop start looking like nickelodeon
Won't crossover but you can bet that imma Kobe him
Long range sniper have you shitting out of diapers
Not one for bravado but with the pen I'm the nicest
Ring the alarm I've got the haters yelling crisis!
And enough wraith in me for two Jesus Christ's
And much bigger things on my mind to say the least
My latest speech features a sponsor from David East
I'm at the dinner table salivating on this feast
Cuz best believe what I have sewed I must reap
So Line em up
And Knock em down
You know the name
Around town
We in this bitch
WE IN THA HOUSE!!!
So Line Em' up
And Knock Em' down
Line Em Up!
Line Em Up!
Line Em Up!
And Knock Em' Down!
You gon' need your liquor license just to fuck with my bars
I spit a verse so hard your lid will twist like a jar
Puffin' cigars, the scars you won't see they made me hard
I'm over this shit, tell Elon lets go to Mars
But for starts,
I need me a crown like a Czar
I need some real estate fuck a car, fucking tards
Your little fake persona's just bizarre...
But you can bet that ass play with fire you get charred
And you don't have to know me but you gon' feel my heart
Despite the shot gun start I'm destined to make a mark
My diction needs prescription side effects hitting hard
Cuz the flows is naaasssty like a burp shit or fart
So Line em up
And Knock em down
You know the name
Around town
We in this bitch
WE IN THA HOUSE!!!
So line Em' up
And Knock Em' down
Line Em Up!
Line Em Up!
Line Em Up!
And Knock Em' Down!
Pablo
Line Em' Up
Forsyth
Knock Em' Down
We gone



Credits
Writer(s): James Forsyth Atkinson, Patrick Ngako
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