The Line Video (MV)

I'm, I'm outta time
And I'm
Out of my mind
My mind
I, I don't got a dime
But I'm
Layin' it all on the line
The line
Follow me, I'm
Committin' sodomy
With a wallaby
It's an appallin' scene
Like Paula Dean
Eatin' collard greens
This pharm' that I take, these arms
Hanging over my shoulder
Like a cardigan on Drake
I don't care what you wear
Or who's garments are fake
The risks that I take
Hear a hiss and I'm instantly awake
Feels like I'm a charming a snake
I don't got the luxury
Of making a mistake!
I don't gotta sell 'em on
Any more of my shit
I stand behind these bars
Like a felon or a convict
I'm a hell of a prick to contradict
And I just poisoned the whole well
With conflict
I predict
This shit
Will get nasty quick
Why everyone's so ticked
Is past me, it's just a song
So go on,
Ask me if I wanna get put on
I don't give a hell if I get put on!
I get more calls than a telethon
I'm your last resort,
Like a bail-bond,
Everyday more controversial
Like a commercial
For Peloton
I'm, I'm outta time
And I'm
Out of my mind
My mind
I, I don't got a dime
But I'm
Layin' it all on the line
The line
Past is checkered
Throwing everybody under the bus
It's double deckered
Everybody that's hating, is paying
For my record
And there is no waiting
I got a blatant
Disregard for fate, and
Even if it's thin-ice, I'm skatin'
I'm like Peyton Manning
Mixed with Dakota Fanning
Try to decode my rambling
I'm planning
To be the last-man-standing
So you can quit with the cramming
Just go back to Rebranding
And Instagramming
While I get back to enjambing-
Lines
And jamming four-inch syringes
Into my eyes - Surprise!
I don't need vision to know
That I've arrived
Twenty-twenty
I can see straight to the horizon
Turn rhymes
Til they've all played out in
My mind, a hundred times
I've got more bars
That Verizon
And while you're sizing
Me up, I don't sweat it
For a second
I guess I'm not
What you expected
You wanted another whore-rising'
I'm seein red now
Where's the Visine?
You're just now realizing
That I'm not ok with compromising
Why compromise, when I can
Spit lies and play with your minds
Wave my hand, and
Say it again, cuz it's
Really not hard to understand:
I'm just following the plan
Doing what I can - damn
I coulda just stayed the bad guy
Always holding my head high
But why would I?
When I could spit
Something different
And put it in your head
That instead, really
I'm a Jedi
On a red eye
That sped by
A dead guy
Going on a Boeing
All the way to Bed-Stuy
I'm, I'm outta time
And I'm
Out of my mind
My mind
I, I don't got a dime
But I'm
Layin' it all on the line
The line
(Have you met my other half?)
F*ck stickin my neck out
For all you half-carafes
Like I'm a giraffe
I'm fillin up my own glass
And I don't give two f*cks
What you Scrooge McDucks
Been up to last
Just do the math, and after that
Get back at me
Keep tryin to ramble
You're takin a gamble
I might drop an anvil
On your ass, put you on blast
And hashtag that with a "Cancel"
If it's anything substantial
It goes over your head
So why would I work hard
To sublim you with a diss?
When what you just read
You missed!
I'm pissed - seein' red
Sick - cuz I'm needin my meds
Shit - playin tricks on my head
I'm talkin more than Ted
And since you asked, who I am
Lemme tell you again
How to eventually get you to
Understand? It's all so simple
I got it written on my hand - damn!
Initially, I'm essentially
Just ubiquitous
With the liquidest, just-this
Sensuous slick-prick
Here to hit you wit' the shittiest insidious wit, I admit
I'm a meticulous, ridiculous
Part-time polygamist
In-part I'm
Just a bit hit-and-miss
From the start, I'm
Just here with this spittin' gift
Wrapped nice like I'm
Checkin' names twice on a
Christmas-list, Bitch!