| Song | Stay in Line |
| Artist | GZA |
| Album | Legend of the Liquid Sword |
| 作词 : Grice, White | |
| (GZA) | |
| Throw down ya mic son, ya gauge is empty | |
| Plus the wack shit in the game might tempt me | |
| Quickly drop non-stop rec shot | |
| What I took on the road on the lap and desktop | |
| A mixture from up-tempo to slow grooves | |
| 8-Track figure that's mixed wit Pro Tool | |
| I rhyme wit sense the paragraph was intense | |
| Area's dense with the flow from the sentence | |
| Engine powered by five hundred horses | |
| Press by a threat of joint forces | |
| For emcee's who spit rap to cause beef | |
| Cause they depend on wild kill for fresh meat | |
| On the board, you're just a piece that's captured | |
| Weak as the lamb that's laying in the pasture | |
| The plug that gave ya juice, I might pull it | |
| Can't escape these endless waves of rap bullets | |
| (Chorus: Santi White (GZA)) | |
| They got no place for me | |
| In my life can't you see? | |
| I must not push or bite it tell me | |
| Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line) | |
| Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line son) | |
| Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line kid) | |
| Stay in line | |
| (GZA) | |
| I'm not insane in fact I'm kinda rational | |
| Chrome-plated serrated swords slashing you | |
| I shine light to the mic | |
| That's filled with the unspoiled water that sprits with light | |
| But um, you get high of the wealth and livin' large | |
| We rely of the stealth of camouflage | |
| Cut supply lines, flood ya mans market | |
| From high altitude cover the land target | |
| Lost in the desert, the journey is stressful | |
| Where the rescues are unsuccessful | |
| They perish while they search for it, intriguing treasures | |
| Should of taken precautionary measures | |
| The rhyme with the shank in the yard that kept stabbing ya | |
| A shakedown from Alcatraz to Attica | |
| Because we rock the jails | |
| Wit it and mase write the verse on the walls of cells | |
| They got no place for me | |
| In my life can't you see? | |
| I must not push or bite it tell me | |
| Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line) | |
| Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line son) | |
| Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line kid) | |
| Stay in line | |
| (GZA) | |
| Ya out cold, ya styles old | |
| Allah just rolled, attack his skull wit a plan less bone | |
| Hit ya king with a Check that caused directly damage ya disco tech | |
| Ya Shoulda' Protect ya Neck | |
| (Santi White) | |
| And do they think they got me? I don't know | |
| They seen ya picture baby? Don't think so | |
| Now do your mission and while you were thinking | |
| Ain't no collision that'll stop me from screaming | |
| (GZA) | |
| Involving movements, controlling the squares that's closed in | |
| Wit impact, in fact ya zone is frozen | |
| Submerged in deep blocks of ice | |
| Sceaming a wise by the high-tech devise | |
| The slightest fame can bring pain and torture | |
| The author, who came with a burning offer | |
| Published by whoever made it must own it | |
| Is just symatomic for one chaotic moment | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuò cí : Grice, White | |
| GZA | |
| Throw down ya mic son, ya gauge is empty | |
| Plus the wack shit in the game might tempt me | |
| Quickly drop nonstop rec shot | |
| What I took on the road on the lap and desktop | |
| A mixture from uptempo to slow grooves | |
| 8Track figure that' s mixed wit Pro Tool | |
| I rhyme wit sense the paragraph was intense | |
| Area' s dense with the flow from the sentence | |
| Engine powered by five hundred horses | |
| Press by a threat of joint forces | |
| For emcee' s who spit rap to cause beef | |
| Cause they depend on wild kill for fresh meat | |
| On the board, you' re just a piece that' s captured | |
| Weak as the lamb that' s laying in the pasture | |
| The plug that gave ya juice, I might pull it | |
| Can' t escape these endless waves of rap bullets | |
| Chorus: Santi White GZA | |
| They got no place for me | |
| In my life can' t you see? | |
| I must not push or bite it tell me | |
| Stay in line, Stay in line Stay in line | |
| Stay in line, Stay in line Stay in line son | |
| Stay in line, Stay in line Stay in line kid | |
| Stay in line | |
| GZA | |
| I' m not insane in fact I' m kinda rational | |
| Chromeplated serrated swords slashing you | |
| I shine light to the mic | |
| That' s filled with the unspoiled water that sprits with light | |
| But um, you get high of the wealth and livin' large | |
| We rely of the stealth of camouflage | |
| Cut supply lines, flood ya mans market | |
| From high altitude cover the land target | |
| Lost in the desert, the journey is stressful | |
| Where the rescues are unsuccessful | |
| They perish while they search for it, intriguing treasures | |
| Should of taken precautionary measures | |
| The rhyme with the shank in the yard that kept stabbing ya | |
| A shakedown from Alcatraz to Attica | |
| Because we rock the jails | |
| Wit it and mase write the verse on the walls of cells | |
| They got no place for me | |
| In my life can' t you see? | |
| I must not push or bite it tell me | |
| Stay in line, Stay in line Stay in line | |
| Stay in line, Stay in line Stay in line son | |
| Stay in line, Stay in line Stay in line kid | |
| Stay in line | |
| GZA | |
| Ya out cold, ya styles old | |
| Allah just rolled, attack his skull wit a plan less bone | |
| Hit ya king with a Check that caused directly damage ya disco tech | |
| Ya Shoulda' Protect ya Neck | |
| Santi White | |
| And do they think they got me? I don' t know | |
| They seen ya picture baby? Don' t think so | |
| Now do your mission and while you were thinking | |
| Ain' t no collision that' ll stop me from screaming | |
| GZA | |
| Involving movements, controlling the squares that' s closed in | |
| Wit impact, in fact ya zone is frozen | |
| Submerged in deep blocks of ice | |
| Sceaming a wise by the hightech devise | |
| The slightest fame can bring pain and torture | |
| The author, who came with a burning offer | |
| Published by whoever made it must own it | |
| Is just symatomic for one chaotic moment | |
| Chorus |