Seven - Top of the Line lyrics

[Intro] Raised, in the home, of the brave, and begun Paving, the way, was embraced, by the slum Labeled as strange, but his name, will become Top Of The Line, yeah [Verse 1] I suppose that your eyes were closed the whole time I've been on the rise for almost five years But most of my peers they hope I nose dived Like an aircraft that crashed They congrats you, dap you When your back is turned they throw knives I ain't handicapped or slow or no average Joe I see past the smokin' strobelight Put me up against your favourite rapper You sayin' snap and harder than me, close but no dice The difference be in my consistency and I don't need MC's to ghost write Who you know that pitch that always throws strikes Everytime I get the ball across the goal line I done made it out the bottom on the slow climb If you talking to my dogs they all gon' cosign And I'm sitting on a gold mine (Gold Mine!) Songs I write are from the heart it ain't meant for the closed mind (Closed Mind!) This more than bars they're metaphors, it's a cure for the soul, I, (Soul, I!) Seal with the end of your rope and now I'm right here, closing by Third time's a charm, I already let them know, twice [Bridge] Let me set the record straight I'm the best, there ain't no one better, f**in' let the rest debate I accept the hate that'll desecrate I just set the pace Set to detonate, some that disagree Must be deaf cause they, underestimate Me, but that's okay I'mma let you scream, let it resonate Till they remember my name, I'm Rittz! [Verse 2] b**h and I'm back in the face like paow! Ain't nobody gonna come and take my crown They be takin' me for granted I be k**in' everything you hearin' Gonna lyrically raise eyebrows We ain't got to double time I do it 8 Mile style Born in P.A. and was raised down South When I'm in your city hit the stage I bounce, from the north side up, A-Town down Some of these MC's need CPR Listen to the wack MP3's I'm bored Your video is hard for me to sit through Like Kanye's speech at the MTV Awards (You on point Rittz?) Sí señor I got a pair of new shoes you probably never seen before I used to be dead broke with some cheap Louis V decor, inside a Regal that was leakin' oil But now I cost five G's for a feature the middle finger up begging for a confrontation And #f**AnyoneWhoSaysHashtagInAConversation Man I throw the peace sign, As-salamu alaykum Cli-N-Tel was the crew and the congregation People thinkin' I've become complacent I'm just lookin' at the game feelin' nauseated Lotta' rappers goin' pop like a condom breakin' Sick of concentratin' on my sk**s when it's gonna be useless (Gonna be useless) All the music I hear just sounds the same A bunch of wannabe Futures You wanna be Eazy You gotta be Ruthless You wanna be me Then you gotta be the smoothest Gonna seem breezy watchin' me do this Got a deep teacher and follow me students Hit 'em with the woah (woah!) That work everytime Then we down start singing for the hoes (ho!) Trippin off that line and some punk Might overdose, off this dope I write A lotta rappers wanna act like rock stars When they square as f** but that's me for real I got the pills and I'm f**ing with a soft heart Fist fight with my girl in the hotel punching the mirror Breaking the door and the armoire sh** I can't recall the last 15 years wishing I could do an interview with Nardwuar I got an early morning flight to Hartsfield Taking airplane shots witha chilli cheese slaw dog Never gonna fall off, man I know I'm on now Got a bunch of unknown numbers in my call log People got me all wrong See my hair and the beanie and they get the wrong idea Say I look homeless sh** my shoes 200 my shades 250 a pair Watch out you'll go blind By the diamonds the side of my pinky that sparkle and shine They call me Rittz, b**h Top of the line Ya-Uh-Yeah Cli-N-Tel man definetely in effect man If you ain't f**in with Rittz, pretty much you ain't top of the line [Finished, fix annotations please]