TOP OF THE LINE
[Rittz]
Raised in the home of the brave and begun
paving the way, was embraced by the Slum
Laid 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 hope I nosedive
like an aircraft that crashed
They congratulate me
When your back is turned they throw knives
I ain't handicapped or slow; I'm no average Joe
I see past the smoke and strobe light
Put me up against your favorite rapper you say has snapped
or harder than me; Close but no dice
The difference be in my consistency
And I don't need emcees to ghostwrite
Who you know that pitch that always throw strikes?
Anytime I got the ball I cross the goal line
I done made it off the block - I'm on the slow climb
If you're talking to my dogs they all would co-sign
Man 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)
It's more than bars and metaphors
It's a cure for the soul - I (Soul - I)
Feel me begin to erupt
and I'm right here close-by
Third time's a charm I already let 'em know twice
Let me set the record straight
I'm the best, there ain't no one better
f*** it let the rest debate
I accept the hate
Let 'em desecrate
I just set the pace
Set to detonate
Some that disagree
Must be deaf cuz they underestimate
me, but that's okay
I'm-a let ya scream - let it resonate
Tell 'em remember my name
I'm Rittz - b****!
And I'm back in your face like "blaow!"
Ain't nobody gonna come and take my crown
They been taking me for granted
I be killing everything you hear
We gonna lyrically raise eyebrows
We ain't gotta double-time
I do it - hate my style
Born in P.A. and was raised down South
When I'm in your city hit the stage I bounce
for the North side up, A-town down
Some of these emcees need CPR
Listening to wack mp3s I'm bored
Your video was hard for me to sit through
Like Kanye's speech at the MTV awards
"You on point Rittz?" - Si, senor
I got a pair of new shoes you probably never seen before
I used to be dead broke with some cheap Louis V décor
Inside a Regal that was leaking oil
But now I cost 5 G's for a feature
My middle finger up begging for confrontation
And #f*** anyone who says "hashtag" in a conversation
Better throw the peace sign a**alamu Alaykum
Clientele was the crew and the congregation
People thinking that I've gone complacent
I'm just looking at the game feeling nauseated
Lotta rappers going pop - like a condom breaking
Sick of concentrating on my skills when it's 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
Wanna be me then you gotta be the smoothest
Gotta seem greasy watching me do this
Gonna need teaching - Follow me students
Hit em with the "whoa" (Whoa-oh)
That work every time - Dumb it down, start singing for the hoes (Hoe-ohs)
Tripping off that line and some punk might overdose
off this dope I write
A lotta rappers wanna act like rock stars
When it's rare as f***, but that's me for real
I got them pills and I'm f****** with the soft hard
Fist fight with my girl in the hotel
Busting the mirror, breaking the door on the armoire
s*** I can't recall the last fifteen years
Wish that I could do an interview with [?}
I got an early morning flight to [harshville?]
[Take an airplane shot - wait until the cheese fall 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 in the beanie and they get the wrong idea
Say I look homeless -
s*** my shoes 200, my shades 250 a pair
Watch out or you're blind
By the diamonds inside of my pinky that sparkle and shine
They call me "Rittz" b**** -
Top of the line
Yuh-a-yeah
[Rittz]
Raised in the home of the brave and begun
paving the way, was embraced by the Slum
Laid 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 hope I nosedive
like an aircraft that crashed
They congratulate me
When your back is turned they throw knives
I ain't handicapped or slow; I'm no average Joe
I see past the smoke and strobe light
Put me up against your favorite rapper you say has snapped
or harder than me; Close but no dice
The difference be in my consistency
And I don't need emcees to ghostwrite
Who you know that pitch that always throw strikes?
Anytime I got the ball I cross the goal line
I done made it off the block - I'm on the slow climb
If you're talking to my dogs they all would co-sign
Man 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)
It's more than bars and metaphors
It's a cure for the soul - I (Soul - I)
Feel me begin to erupt
and I'm right here close-by
Third time's a charm I already let 'em know twice
Let me set the record straight
I'm the best, there ain't no one better
f*** it let the rest debate
I accept the hate
Let 'em desecrate
I just set the pace
Set to detonate
Some that disagree
Must be deaf cuz they underestimate
me, but that's okay
I'm-a let ya scream - let it resonate
Tell 'em remember my name
I'm Rittz - b****!
And I'm back in your face like "blaow!"
Ain't nobody gonna come and take my crown
They been taking me for granted
I be killing everything you hear
We gonna lyrically raise eyebrows
We ain't gotta double-time
I do it - hate my style
Born in P.A. and was raised down South
When I'm in your city hit the stage I bounce
for the North side up, A-town down
Some of these emcees need CPR
Listening to wack mp3s I'm bored
Your video was hard for me to sit through
Like Kanye's speech at the MTV awards
"You on point Rittz?" - Si, senor
I got a pair of new shoes you probably never seen before
I used to be dead broke with some cheap Louis V décor
Inside a Regal that was leaking oil
But now I cost 5 G's for a feature
My middle finger up begging for confrontation
And #f*** anyone who says "hashtag" in a conversation
Better throw the peace sign a**alamu Alaykum
Clientele was the crew and the congregation
People thinking that I've gone complacent
I'm just looking at the game feeling nauseated
Lotta rappers going pop - like a condom breaking
Sick of concentrating on my skills when it's 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
Wanna be me then you gotta be the smoothest
Gotta seem greasy watching me do this
Gonna need teaching - Follow me students
Hit em with the "whoa" (Whoa-oh)
That work every time - Dumb it down, start singing for the hoes (Hoe-ohs)
Tripping off that line and some punk might overdose
off this dope I write
A lotta rappers wanna act like rock stars
When it's rare as f***, but that's me for real
I got them pills and I'm f****** with the soft hard
Fist fight with my girl in the hotel
Busting the mirror, breaking the door on the armoire
s*** I can't recall the last fifteen years
Wish that I could do an interview with [?}
I got an early morning flight to [harshville?]
[Take an airplane shot - wait until the cheese fall 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 in the beanie and they get the wrong idea
Say I look homeless -
s*** my shoes 200, my shades 250 a pair
Watch out or you're blind
By the diamonds inside of my pinky that sparkle and shine
They call me "Rittz" b**** -
Top of the line
Yuh-a-yeah