Fine Line

As modest a man you've ever seen spitting amphetamine

To all those congested, my job raw, never clean

A toast to the uncontested murderer

I mark your mistake soon as you rested, I heard of you

Unattended for your double-breasted bulletproof vest, kid

Time is money well invested, burning your press kit

You heard me, chick-ow, bless it and pass it leftwards

Never protested, the living truth manifested

Wrinkled your face, better press it, menage-a-trois

Put fist in thought, care to test it? If you dare, I swear

Motionless, I throw a stare in the eyes of uncommon wise soldier

Rise like Nike, shares growing older

Snowball effect to snow boulder

Show you love, ****, I'm iceberg with cold shoulder

No time for your maniac, hazy rap attack partner

Future darker than permanent black marker

I part you from existence on solid ground

Only twelve inch, but long distance, it's all I found

Is we Hell or is we Heaven bound?

I bomb the target without a sound

Ain't nobody left around to hear it

Sipping fine wine and spirits on summer days

By the South Pacific, cheddar tastes better when specific

Cheddar look better when explicit

Cheddar get better when statistics rise like mama biscuits

All in all, I'm having fun with gun

'Cause world gave me gun, detonate the shells with my tongue

I'm young, plus I'm well hung

Threat to intellect, also got your prized possession sprung

I ride the fine line between yours and mine, check the design

Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime

Peep my shines coming from behind

I'm high beaming in your rearview

Get out the left lane before I steer through

Ain't even trying to hear you

It was important till you thought I feared you

Nah, loosen your bra, bitch

Never rest till I'm considered the high exalted

Even then, I'll still be bitter, sipping on malted

Through the speech, now it's time to walk it

This potent poet who only spit it if he know it

Prefer to show it to the hardest of hip hop artist

If you a baby making babies, finish what you started

And be a man, goddamn

Resort to plan B, sucking on candy

Far from delicate procedure, no time for leisure

The fine line between yours and mine, freaky design

Bre-X cats wondering how rhyme turn sublime

Peep my shines coming from behind

I'm high beaming in your rearview, crash

I stop at nothing

My blood stream pumping nothing but utter destruction

Towards cats I describe in this rap production

Suffering from mal concussions, you head bangers catching repercussion

First impression had you lusting

Now the name Saukrates ringing more than bells

Double XL quote me well, bringing the future

Double XL quote me well, bringing the future

You wanna pose for the portrait, here, let me shoot you