The Line Songtext
von Tropidelic

In the alley way, when the river′s low
Keep ya pistol close, keep ya windows closed
Took a leap of faith, down a pigeonhole
But forgot to snip the umbilical
As a human race, being cynical
Ain't nothin′ beautiful, yeah ain't nothin useful so
What it'd really take is a miracle
Shit is so heavy
Graffiti in the levy, holdin′ up the corner deli
′Cause the money makes the world go around
On the teli, explosions of confetti
Ain't nobody ready
If that′s what it's like were all goin′ down
I once had a broken man tell me
About the vicious underbelly of us all
He said there ain't no line to cross
If it′s a line that we'll never draw


Put into your place, plugged into your skull
Don't get unruly it′s your duty to be usual
Suburban interlinks, urban terminals
Got a vendetta ′gainst the whole neo-political
Children of a pace, pilgrims from a hole
First to feel miserable from reasons technological
What we really waste is a miracle

Shit is so heavy
Graffiti in the levy, holdin' up the corner deli
′Cause the money makes the world go around
On the teli, explosions of confetti
Ain't nobody ready
If that′s what it's like were all goin′ down
I once had a broken man tell me
About the vicious underbelly of us all
He said there ain't no line to cross
If it's a line that we′ll never draw


I feel panicked these erratic little
Habits will start to get the best of me
Now that′s enough 'cause I can′t
Stand it yo who told you I'm the baddest?
I′m just tryin' to get these words down coffee
Shop chillin′ I'm the villain chuggin' dark brown
Run away without a sound, we′ll run your asses out of town
Money talks and bullshit walks so give me yours and back down
I work hard while you sleep, you′re all sheep, I'm Bo Peep
Best get to the market cause this piggy′s choppin' off feet
Blast you back to Pre-K, I′ve been rappin' all day
Everybody on your street knows me, look out your window pane
You probably think I fuckin′ lost it, I'm not going back to college
I'll steal your sunglasses and your wallet
We can call it a fair trade ′cause these words that I spray
Can be explained maybe knock some sense into your brain
So don′t hate when you can't relate
I′m tryna' skate "wanna bake?" sounds great, we on our way

Shit is so heavy
Graffiti in the levy, holdin′ up the corner deli
'Cause the money makes the world go around
On the teli, explosions of confetti
Ain′t nobody ready
If that's what it's like were all goin′ down
I once had a broken man tell me
About the vicious underbelly of us all
He said there ain′t no line to cross
If it's a line that we′ll never draw