Chalk Lines on the Blacktop (feat. VertigoFlint)

Right them, cut them, fight them, club them, Tyson, snub them, fuck them all
Knife them, cut them, slice them, shuck them ice them, gut them, fuck them all
Right them, cut them, fight them, club them, Tyson, snub them, fuck them all
Knife them, cut them, slice them, shuck them ice them, gut them, fuck them all
Right them, cut them, fight them, club them, Tyson, snub them, fuck them all
Knife them, cut them, slice them, shuck them ice them, gut them, fuck them all

Right them, cut them, fight them, club them, Tyson, snub them, fuck them all
Knife them, cut them, slice them, shuck them ice them, gut them, fuck them all
Right them, cut them, fight them, club them, Tyson, snub them, fuck them all
Knife them, cut them, slice them, shuck them ice them, gut them, fuck them all
Right them, cut them, fight them, club them, Tyson, snub them, fuck them all
Knife them, cut them, slice them, shuck them ice them, gut them, fuck them all

You look down on me, don't you
You Dre to Jermaine
Ain't a diss to Jay either, but either way these words be ether insane
Don't believe in me do you
Really thought I was playing
How many ways do I have to kill a track in the booth, flat
To prove that there ain't no way back
To prove that your gimmick's are bitten
To prove that the little are jacked, we fight everyday
To get out from the foot they us put under
Look what they pushed us as fact
How I stress that my
Ease is the funk, need is the dunk, bleed through the speech when it comes
Seething amongst reasons for needing this grunge, lead with the drum
Breathe and you'll see the meaning of the things I've become

That's a wild buck
Meet me, see the being don't give a mild fuck
Child hush, these geeks still click-clack-gleek but your child flunks
Dumb-dumb, you stupid
This nerd gang, you choosed it
Think that A-students can't get foolish
For one daze he pushing tulips
I put hours and hours and hours in and you don't see
You calling it talent, you saying I'm born with it
Bitch this shit time, money, and energy and you know it
You distance yourself by subjecting the poets to your own now perfect life living
And what's even worse is the fact that you gobble our dicks up
Celebrity status ain't leading a rich fuck to giving
I sit in this room, where the ceiling is low, and the creaking of floors keep me seeking a pose
Where the goth kids at lunch would come secretly close
Where the cartoonists flourished, the theatre wrote
Where the fiends would come sleep on the floor
Where some warmed up they reeds and they bo's
Where some sang, and some rapped, and some played
And some strayed, and some prayed low
But all of us there were just seeking for hope

And I figured out
Real fucking quickly
That if you get to ducking down
They up in swiftly
So you can fucking miss me
I'm bored of all your tall
I was scared back then but back then
I hadn't seen no fucking chalk
I walked where I said I would, killed what I said I did, wrote everything that I saw
Spoke what I felt and I felt all y'all hating, berating the kids you were dying to call
Y'all come up to me now but ain't no more lying for y'all,
Won't get fuck from a legend
A diamond in rough, I'm an IAM, my presence leave silence when hushed
If it's tough just ask

Not me, when they hot streaks fade to sloppy
Shots please, they cannot be what they stop me
Locks see, they cannot keep out the mob's reach
Props be to the odd demon who got me
Hot g, when my hot streaks fade to cocky
Shots please, they can't stop what they cannot see
Locks be what they got, they not me
And it seem like my thoughts beaming whether or not I got seen



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Meek
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