It's take a little time to show the blind Which way to walk in the dark, let my rhymes shine Lyrics are a lost art, but still a love on mine We can bring it to blood, Stay in the line Stay in the lines, like a kid when he coloring Stay in the lines, f*ck you and who you running with Stay in the lines, so I can get on some other sh** Stay in the lines... Stay in the lines... Every time I rhyme it's history in the making dog Ready to go war like it's reverse Lebanon Don't it make you happy when you hear Chinos on Even if I had to dumb it down a little bit for that song Man I still flush your head down a toilet bowl Shoot you in broad day just to witness it was said "Sean Paul" I figured out I save myself, I can't save you all Proved it on the radio, I was star working with snoop dogg "Chino you finally blowing up" you don't say Shut you down like Jennifer Hudson do to Beyonce My secret is, I don't give a f*ck, "nah! " My spit funky like James brown body is inside my pickup truck Will I slap a motherf*cker, don't a**sk Be up in your crib with a black ski mask They try to hate me out the game like Dame Dash But we pray it never happened like Aaliyahs plane crash Yo, I try to get a grip on my emotions Chino is def, I circle the heads of dying vultures Inhaling breath, exhale sweat trying to focus When Dr. Dre said I "I'll", hell of a moment Asking god for atonement for my sins Put Dj's on air literally out of windows for my spins I got some commercial shyt, I had to feed my kids Still give Mc's surgery like 30 Lil Kim's Back when me Ras Ka** where shipping in hamburgers Writing thousands of bars, spiting planet murders Before the game went so cooperate, shyyt I should've chopped off my hand that writes rhymes and f*ckin auctioned it Man I spill flows that nobody smiles B Then push release dates back like 50 did Style P My features heater is higher than Whitney with a fever Keeping n***as on in their toes like thug ballerinas