Gotta pick a script to make a beat for and landed on this

I walk a fine line through the ninth of my nine lives,

Right place, right time, right pace from sidelines to high rise.

White lies to white lines, tight rhymes right behind the limelight,

Kite flight how I knife the sky, smite like a

lightning strike with spite slice time in twilight.

From trappin’ off landlines to linguistic landmines,

You obey, you standby I deny, defy, redefine.

Indeed I might speed by, B-line, then seaside,

Come catch a ride if you can spare a dime to vibe.

Check the bars like the Wi-Fi, I’m hi-fi,

You need to get signed just to earn a high-five.

The guy too fly to dive, too sly, but not too shy to try,

Not too kind, but kinda bright I light the night with Mind might-(💪)

Life gave lemon rind it bite bitter in time,

So I mixed lime and thyme, seasoned the rhymes.

Then gave back citrus wine, vintage 'n divine,

come fine dine or decline either way, lifes yours to decide