Rules Don’t Run Me

[Intro]
Yeah
They drew lines
I drew arrows
Let’s go (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Teacher said, “Sit still”
I was scribblin’ escape routes
Turned my desk to a map
Of every way I’d break out
Mama said, “Play safe”
I was jumpin’ off rooftops
Turn a locked door
To another thing I do not
Boss talk big rules
Pinned up on a corkboard
I walk in late
Turn the timecard to a scoreboard
Whole crew misfits
We don’t match the format
We write new laws
Anywhere the floor’s at
[Chorus]
I don’t follow lines, I cross ‘em
Turn your fence into my runway
Every “can’t” I get, I toss it
Watch me flip it into someday
Breakin’ every rule they hand me
Fold it, burn it, make confetti
If you’re lookin’ for the limit
Tell ‘em I already left it (yeah)
[Verse 2]
They said, “Pick one lane”
I said, “Pick these problems”
Mix book smarts
With the way the block solved ‘em
Turn “stay quiet”
To a whole crowd chantin’
Turn “pipe down”
To the roof straight crackin’
Judge me? Cool
You can keep your gavel
I’ma take my name
Let it travel, let it travel
From the back row
Now we runnin’ classrooms
From the last place
To the one they can’t assume
[Chorus]
I don’t follow lines, I cross ‘em
Turn your fence into my runway
Every “can’t” I get, I toss it
Watch me flip it into someday
Breakin’ every rule they hand me
Fold it, burn it, make confetti
If you’re lookin’ for the limit
Tell ‘em I already left it (woah)

rap, Gritty boom-bap with a modern bounce, swung drums and deep sub-bass. Sparse piano stabs in the verses, hook widens with stacked gang vocals and a dirty synth line. Male vocals with nimble, percussive flow; ad-libs tucked behind key phrases. Final chorus rides out over filtered drums and a bass-drop fake-out., hip hop