Flatline B.o.B

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you ain't seen my best
Checkmate, ain't a game of chess
Globalists see me as a threat
Free thinking, got a world at my neck
Hah, am I paranoid? Picture Malcolm X
In a room full of pigs, trying not to bust a sweat
Aye, Neil Tyson need to loosen up his vest
They probably write that man one hell of a check
Aye, I'm over here on this side of town
Come on over, over, over, over here, try to clown
Aye, I never pipe down
If they weren't coming for me then
They definitely coming for me now
I can't even keep my phone charged up
All this shit I'm talking, I should get my home barred up
Rappers get off of my dick and get your own bars up
Now the mirror lizard's breath got the clones scared cuz
Woo, use your, use your common sense
Why is NASA part of the department of defense?
They divided up the seas into thirty-three degrees
Feeding kids masonry, bruh, be careful what you read

[Hook 1]
Flat line, flat line
There's no superior blood line
Flat line, flat line
You got me once but that died, aye