Line ’Em Up

[Verse 1]
I don't wanna pistol pack
I don't wanna get wrapped up
I don't wanna miss so bad
That I'm gonna quit this rap shit, so fists are up
Ready for combat, give it your best shot
You comin' near me, you getting messed up
I am in effect, Cusa season, yeah, yeah, I'm back
Fact, that's all I gotta do to get your attention
If I'm on the news, I guess you impressed then
Introduce you, can call me the X-Man
Lookin' at you, I can tell you're less than
Sit 'em in a booth, Lincoln, I shot him
I'ma fuckin' god like Nas, Crook and Rakim
Possible or not, I make this my top hit
Go killer mode like Putin with rockets (Woah)
I don't wanna sit back down
I am gonna talk my shit
If I'm in a zone, I don't slow down
Doctor Strange in my household now, wow
I'm gonna stack a thousand bodies
Terrorist attack on the game with an army
If you gonna stop me, put you in the hot seat
Set you ablaze with a mic and a hot beat!

[Chorus]
Single file line 'em up, stackin' bodies
Judge jury execution, don't expect apology
You won't get it from me
Single file line 'em up, stackin' bodies
Judge jury execution, don't expect apology
You won't get it from me
You won't get it from me
You won't get it from me
You won't get it
You won't get it from me

[Verse 2]
I'm a lone wolf, Han Solo
Competition is a no show
Intermission 'til the whole show
My ambition, listen, I won't go
Got a lot that's on my mind
Label and people, all of the time
Twitter and YouTube, fuckin' despise
Bitter and youthful, not a surprise
Talk about throwin' away this shit
I couldn't ever, I'm blazin', bitch
I woulda put up with all of the struggle
And trouble, I won't fuckin' quit (Damn, right)
Tell me right now, what in the fuck is the sound
I see on social? The people are talkin' 'bout rappers
Who don't even sell ten thou, how
In the fuck am I underrated?
I don't even get played today
Make a fuckin' plan with the scraps I have
Drop a tape, innovate in a cracked out lab
It's a break in man, I'ma swipe your streams
Then I exit, leave in a full heartbeat
In effect is me, I'ma take my pay
In a wreck you be if you come my way
Better pray, bitch

[Chorus]
Single file line 'em up, stackin' bodies
Judge jury execution, don't expect apology
You won't get it from me
Single file line 'em up, stackin' bodies
Judge jury execution, don't expect apology
You won't get it from me
You won't get it from me
You won't get it from me
You won't get it
You won't get it from me