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Crossing Lines
- My mind is a disturbing place, with this reserving hate to a few folks
- Been deserving ways to wrap around, this cursing fate, it's new holes
- Been vemonous, infamous with my bitterness, spit a limitless
- Supply of rhyme and you'll be surprised that I can lit the emphasis
- Of many these rappers, haven't heard of me? Just turn to see
- I know it hurts to bleed so I'm gonna murder dreams, burn the seeds
- You have planted because I'm back again, to establish the fear
- I'm ready to abolish careers once both of your responsive ears
- Finally rapidly hears the wisdom and the blueprints of TNT
- I'll popularized you, terrorize you like a moment from TMZ
- You'll be traumatized, criticized through a loop of organized moves
- All from me, that was forming to snap you, or it's otherwise spew
- I've spitted, now admit it I'm so fitted that I take other lives too
- Than the orders rise through the roots of few who have heard my name
- Sure it's lame but I've burst in flames, and have torched my ways
- Into a respectable point, to be seen as one of the great, a son of hate
- I'm done with game, here's my guns and aim to the ones who say
- I can't ever get back on my feet because my raps are asleep
- I might be struggling but none of my dang past is obsolete
- And I'll use the fuel, fuse the fuel with my evil rage, people race
- Down the stairs away from me because I unleashed a legal case
- To prove how much you most suck, let me start simple bitch
- You're not a single inch where I've sprinkle this evil spit
- I have a tremendous hate growing like a interest rate ever since I'm back
- Time to win them back, whip this rap into a wicked trap and spit it fast
- Here's my sinful past, a shit full trash stacking up, time to lit this mask
- Time to kill millions of minds, the illest survives, I'm feeling surprised
- That no one has villians to strike, I'm killing the rhymes, selling my time
- To a few appreciate folks, now I gotta do my job and wreck these bars
- I'm next to dark as a level of colors, so you better check your heart
- Because I could be living there to hurt you before you even write back
- You couldn't rhyme facts about me even if time flashed or eyes wrapped
- Right back you first met me, call myself a rap savior, I have the support
- With a path to restore, back to report for duty even if my raps are ignored.
- CHORUS Don't cross the line, I have disturbing thoughts
- Don't cross the line like these disorderly cops
- Or else I'll have to kill everyone in a flick of a switch
- Like once you had a freaking damn bitch that snitch
- So don't cross the line, or I'll bust the rhymes
- Been living hard like a freaking Russian's life.
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