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Raised, in the home, of the brave, and begun Paving, the way, was embraced, by the slum Lay, with the strange, but his name, will become Top Of The Line, yeah 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 hoped that I'd nose dive Like an aircraft that crashed They congrat 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 smoke the strobelight Put me up against your favourite rapper You said he snap harder than me, close with no dice The difference be in my consistency and I don't need MC's to ghost write Who you know got pitch that always throws strikes Everytime I get the ball across the goal line I done made it out the bottom off the slow climb If you talking to my dogs they all gon' cosign And now I'm sitting in 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 curr for the soul, I, (Soul, I!) Seal with the enemy rope and now I'm right here, closing by Third time's a charm, I already let them know, twice Letras de cancionesLet me set the record straight I'm the best, there ain't no one better, fuckin' let the rest debate I accept the hate that'll desecrate I just set the pace Set to detonate, (some do dissery?) Must be deaf cause they, underestimate Me, but that's okey I'mma let you scream, let it resonate Till they remember my name, I'm Rittz! Bitch 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 killin' it everything that you be hearin and lyrically I will raise eyebrows We ain't got to double time I do it in my style Born in the P.A. I was raised out South Wanna make a city hit the stage I bounce, from the north side up, A-Town down Some of these MC's they need CPR Listen to the wack (mp3?) are bored Your video is hard for me to sit through Like Kanye's speech at the MTV Awards (You want more 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 And I cost five G's for a feature the middle finger up begging for a confrontation And #FuckAnyoneWhoSaysHashtagInAConversation Man I throw the peace sign Like Shalom Aleikhem And Clintel 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 skills when it's gonna be useless (Gone 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 me the smoothest Gonna see Breezy watchin' me do this Got a deep teacher and follow me students Hit 'em with the woah (woah!) That work everytime Then we start singing for the ho (ho!) Trippin off that line [?] Might overdose, all this dope I write A lotta rappers wanna act like rock stars When they square as fuck but that's me for real I got the pills and I'm fucking with a soft heart Fist fight with my girl in the hotel punching the mirror Breaking the door and the armoire Shit 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 chese hotdog Never gonna fall off, man I'm normal 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 shit my shows 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, bitch Top of the line Ya-Uh-Yeah Clintel man definetely ? man If you ain't fuckin with the real, pretty much you ain't top of the line From Letras Mania