"At a certain time you gotta cut the music
Then you are doing him a disservice and you are doing you a disservice
Alright? So let's keep it real..."
"Bustin, fat, freestyle rhymes" --> 4X
[Chino XL]
Yeah, yeah"Fuck that!"
Fuck out my face is your best bet
Your career is George Burns I can't believe you ain't dead yet
I show more blind rage
Than Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles wrestling in a steel cage
("Yo this nigga's crazy!")
I got an artist losing their limelight like Mike Bivins
Bitches flipping their wigs like Faith Evans
Reject my single I ain't mad at it
Like O.J. getting married again, I'll takes another stab at it
I'm tearing you out the frame like wedding pictures after divorce
Petrol like you dropped the soap in the towel with Luther Vandross
I'm porno like ads from Calvin Klein, believe me
You ain't no rapper you just play one on the fuckin TV
You on the road you goin gold that's what your label shoutin
You couldn't outsell UTFO's reunion album
What could I say to get my point across?
Rap don't need that ass like Large Professor don't need Main Source
"Bustin, fat, freestyle rhymes" --> 4X
I'm lethal -- I gets medieval with a blowtorch and pliers
End your future before it starts like Len Bias
Just slit your throat let Chino XL be your oxygen
I write more "esas"/essays than incarcerated Mexicans
Tap ass with Speed like David Geffen tapped Keanu Reeves
Play Superman get rhyme styles paralyzed like Christopher Reeves
Billy Bathgate flow, that could ca-st-arate Cas-t-tro
Ill as Reagan's prostate for the tri-state when I let my, SOUL, GLOW!
That's what I'm on
From prom date rape to the back break of Gloria Estefan
I'm making moves like a stick Pinnochio, no strings on me
And go for broke like James Brown dancing for alimony
I talk shit all day and drink wine like a catholic priest
("Aiyyo nigga kick that freestyle about the punk police")
I give N.Y.P.D. Blues
I shot Magnum P.I. now I'm a Cops Current Affair on the ten o'clock news
Kidnapped Hawaii Five-O
In 48 Hours they called Reggie Hammond Ace Ventura made me laugh I let him go
Charlie's Angels came with some police woman shit
Johnny Depp seen em on 21 Jump Street suckin Robocop's dick
Starsky and Hutch gangbanged Cagney without Lacey
Her lesbian lover fucked TJ's Hooker on New York Undercover
Call me L.A.P.D. cause I abuse my privledges
Victorious to scrimmages, beat your black ass til it hemorrages
Vibe to my dark thoughts
Rappers run from me, like they Mark Fuhrman at the Million Man March
"Bustin, fat, freestyle rhymes" --> 8X
Niggaz got beef? Come on let's set it off
Talent like mine is rarely seen like handicaps havin intercourse
Niggaz wanna floss in, celebrate, lyrically won't elevate, they flimsy
I'm breakin out my shell like Mork and Mindy
My style won, drop an album, you cherish it
My name ring bells like Girl Scouts when they sellin shit
Metaphors, fly out, for brothers who, puff the lye out
Put your gun away, he'll shoot your eye out!
I'm an artist and they starvin me
They dangle me off the balcony like Big Red in The Five Heartbeats
Respectin the streets is my first concern when I rock
It's hot like Bob Marley's fingertips from reefer burns
I ride syllables like white boys in Mustangs
Lyrics sharper than RZA's gold front fangs
You better call God if you wanna do me (freestyle)
You know you gonna die like a black man in a horror movie
[Intro]
Yeah
To all the real hardcore motherfuckers
Soft motherfuckers
With the bitches that don't give a fuck!
[Chorus]
Now who wanna diss to get they reps a little _bigger_
How many bitches wanna fuck this _yellow nigga_
You get your whole crew cut like a scissor
Watch this world shake from the album I deliver
[Verse One]
I threw a Brownstone at Brandy now she's Changing Faces
Standing in my Aaron Hall I'm Blackstreet packin suitcases
Goin back to Indiana, on the Subway
Soul For Real, missjones is my usher in church on Sundays
Clear the runways, cause I'ma make you rappers my examples
Avoiding battling me like I'm Eazy-E's blood samples
It's me and Carey, nah never wrote no rhyme that's ordinary
Won't throw my life away on coke like Darryl Strawberry
Removing you skeletal system playing your ribs like xylophones
I'm nastier, leave you scraped and ashier than Larry Holmes
But ladies I ain't always violent
You could pump pump until the dawn, like Adina Howard
Can't You See, I'm Notorious as Total get
Uptown Girls in bed, like Billy Joel do
Laverne and Shirle, give us any room we'll break it
Remember you was wack remember Ice Cube had a jheri curl
BAMMMMM!!!! Dead on your car horn chump
My beat get messy as abortion on the ninth month
Now who be that, slap, did iiii do that?
Now Whoopi Goldberg goes Steve Urkel
but I'll leave your grill The Color Purple
Give you a Dogg Pound, could even Dru Down
Provoke me album is weak your whole shit sound like karaoke
Conversation, loss of limbs amputation
Head meaning decapitation rough like Craig Mack derm abrasion
Evil tendency, strong like Miles Davis heroin dependency
Fuckin up lives like teenage pregnancy
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Them clowns like Will Smith got fast cars and fancy homes
But I'm headstrong, I could even break Puffy Combs
Some kids still doubtin and they girlfriend stalkin keep it real
We'll cross that bridge when we come to that Anita Hill
Now Ever_last_, will never _last_, with no ghetto _pass_
Leave you breathin hard like bitches at lamaze _class_
Niggaz are slippin when they sippin gin and tonic
smokin chronic Jersey niggaz packin more handguns than Harry Connick
My style is welfare, half of you bitches is on it!!
Was born with a halo, when broke, I had to pawn it
I stir up controversy and sell I'm like Sister Souljah
So bring out bum-ass Russell Simmons cuz comedy's over
The Lucci I'm worth is enough to deficit a nation
With media coverage like a hostage situation
(yeah and if you lovin them hoes you betta bounce back)
Tryin to make that bitch your wife she fucked
the whole New Jersey Drive (soundtrack)
High like Stone Temple Pilots, Pearl Jams on tour
Rrrraahahrra rrrarhraarah I rips it like a chainsaw
Dig deep as truth go ahead and shoot your Karl Kani suit
in shock absorbing tired and I'm wide like a police informant
Pray with one eye open, shootin more Led than Zeppelin
Dysfunctional like the Jackson's, death is my obsession
You comin through with thirty cowards think you causin fear
Rush lookin bust in your boosted Donna Karan gear
Now fuck the po-po, beats down the five-oh
Been there, done that, do it again tomorrow nigga
Sometimes I vibe inside a spot where nobody else knows me
Until I come hot steppin like Ini Kamoze
Yo I don't even know what the vibe is kid
All these different things seperatin us
It got me walkin this fence man
and I don't even know what side I'ma fall on B
Can't see it
Well I'm a zebra y'all
("Half Puerto Rican, half black, but you don't speak Spanish")
Don't call me zebra y'all
("Half Puerto Rican, half black...")
Now how old are you?
About six, on my BMX, doin tricks
Back to Middlesex with a couple of poor white trashy brats
Everything was coochie crunch till it was time for lunch
They said to wait in the back, they said that Pops ain't like black
See where I was the population's mostly white
Ain't it?
They wanna see you jiggaboo with your
face painted
Be brought home by one of their daughters and their fathers
fainted
They want to see you a failure so I never
became it
Light-skinned, showed them lead, curly-headed
Called me names, I was different, I was gifted, they made me ashamed
Found out that I'm a different shade when I'm in the second grade
Abe Lincoln's play, they want me to portray a slave
My momma's face went pale she looked like she wanted to puke
Now that I know the truth I'd rather play John Wilkes Booth
Although my family came and bitched and in the play my role was switched
My grandma told me I was fixed my problems wasn't fixed
My family seen my views of the world distort
Moms last resort, she decided we would move to Newark
I took a deep breath leaving everything I knew behind
The country air the green grass and my piece of mind
Harassed by white cops on our way we're pulled out our car
Mistook my mom for Joanne Chessimar (?) now I'm really scarred
What am I, I'm confused, can't decide
What am I who am I what am I
Black or white, I can't identify
What am I who am I what am I
I'm confused, can't decide
What am I who am I what am I
Black or white, I can't identify
What am I who am I what am I
Culture shock, Newark's a far cry from Middlesex
Broadly called projects, black eyes, regrets
Torn lives, I've never seen so many people depressed
My mental gets molested, physical takes violent threats
Stress, walkin home from school's like a terrorist test
I learned blacks could be racist too, somehow still I felt I was blessed
Even my teachers called me half-breeds and all of that
I was scared of livin here but also scared of movin back
See where I was before I was the darkest thing they ever saw
They figured that I'm black, white around
They kick me like a soccer ball
White people didn't accept me
Fuck you
Black people didn't accept me
Fuck you
Puerto Ricans didn't accept me
Fuck you
Diggin researchin my identity it gots me goin cuckoo
"I'm the yellow nigga right?
I'm tired of that. I am not passing, I am black!
I was born black, I live black,
and I will die, proud to be called black!"
So now I'm goin "Hey niggaz" at niggaz that say Chino's not black
They come to my house and tell my African mother that
In fact causin crackup they said no sister would attract to me
These same brothers got perms to get their hair like mine was naturally
Descrimination, affects a brother's education
Hands up in black history class, they never called on my ass
But wait, growin at a rapid rate
I digest their hate, it's family
Found out my father left me when I'm three
Dealt with felt if I knew my Spanish family they'd help
Every mixed person I met they mostly just kept to themself
We moved to East Orange I set it off talent shows staring
A high yellow nigga's progression, my flavor's pouring
Now how old are you?
About nineteen lettin off my steam
Used to be a punchin bag, but now I stomps, in hip-hop fiend
Now I get the goya jokes, Menudo jokes, Rico Suave jokes
But females rush me and the MC's steal up all my quotes
See what I lacks in melanin I makes up wit adrenalin
Your weak attempts at blemishin my mixed heritage I'm treasurin
Don't need caucausian acceptance just that of a human being
Laughed and spit at I don't represent cause I am not Spanish speaking
Now how many dues must I pay to win
You're angry and you're stressin that opression
but you judge me by the skin I'm in when
Adam Clayton Powell's, light-skinned and
Farrakhan the brother's, light-skinned and
Elijah Muhammad's also, light-skinned
Discrimination from my own peoples is making my temper go thin so
So stop playing me slight saying my song's aight instead of hype
Don't called me red-boned, or light and bright and damn they're white
I ain't no zebra, ain't no half of original either
Don't call me mulatto I stab you with a broken bottle
Callin your brother oreo get off it yo, now Tom consider
He could be like Chino XL, a yellow ass nigga
Intro:Dismal sketches of...Jersey trife shit
Hook:
Fire and brimstone is our life's stage
So we pack enough heat that we could melt the next iceage
A rich nigga is still a nigga, just harder to fade (why?)
There's thousands of ways to get payed (x5)
Verse 1:
I'm that type of rapper that'll take a half an hour in advance
(And do the hustle) and I don't mean that 70's dance
The king of punch lines, I do what I gotta for my backroll
Slicing yayo with powder with my bass latter gettin' dasterly for salary
Fiends dream of stabbing me, Bo Diggity is never snagging me
Chino equality for the high or low black son I'm betting on that
Seeking universal mastery
Should I put platrum plaques on my wall like a Latin art gallery
Ol'Dirty should of FUCKED Maria, my rap the barbed wire fences
Ancestors Egyptian princes, showing you a view to a kill
Giving you fatal glimpses, stacking papes like there's 10 of me
Your hootie's an obsenity, corporate at the pope
But shooting bullets with no memory
Hook:
"I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash"
Verse 2:
I need that cream split and I've seen
Enough cowboy movies to know a white man's hand shake don't mean shit
So back in 9-5 I said "Fuck a 9 to 5" I ain't John Travolta
Gun in holster, man Stayin' Alive, from New Jerz to Cali
Get my swerve, servin' silence, ultra violence
A lot of islands, avoiding niggas that's spineless
I got the lay, who's beefing this kid heartless
Harry reasons vary, shot him at the vally
Took the Jag keys from the valay, Robert Shalay
Top down drove away, pumpin' Hip Hop Hooray
I'm so full of shame, it's awful strange
Local crew conplain I'm spitting out more keys than an opera sings vocal range
Fuck playin' ceelo, half latino, Chino exquistness, the streets bizness
Never personal, shorties still in Monteros for deneros
Way past the current few, violate mine and get done like Al Sharps perms do
My rents due, gotta make that revenue
You dodge bullets like Bobby Brown on my avenue
Yellow nigga with an attitude, Tommy Hilfigure booster too
From the morph of the Martinees bitches from Catholic school
Uptown they call my Parabal, crack ho selling genitals
Trading they souls for Salindriacal capsals
My products is unhabitable, please don't feed the animals
(Why?) New Jeru is a fuckin' zoo
Hook
Verse 3:
For my peoples that's making rap fans
Downin' niggas with credit card scams,jackin' strickly Toyota land
Cruisers making moves in large proportions
Dressing like white boys, sticking up Norstoms
I done seen niggas taht go from college graduations
To illegal cannibus connection with Jamacians
Hooked up with Asians for Motor-Rola flip phone activating chips
Selling exotic dips as they occupation, do what you gotta
Bitches turn tricks like a Globetrotter
Got adults playing cops and robbers, it's hot like lava
Ghetto kids breeding Rotweilders
Selling 'em flipping grip for product no problem
Genius niggas pull 6 figure burglaries, fuck a wanted sign
They can afford plastic surgury
I'm a surviver, street scholar
Smoking a pontom leaf with pitbulls see drippin' saliva
For the mighty dollar
[Kool Keith]
Yes! As we interrupt
For sisters out there ovulating
Brothers out there... doing private things
Let's get busy!
[Chino XL]
I be the receiver, of strange mind patterns
No type of compassion, endless my though process
hits like a dark cavern, I was bred of toxic parents
embryonic stages underdeveloped fetal pages that I burnt like phasers
Releasing human excrements on you like Tawana Brawley
Thinking to myself like Pee Wee Herman caught jerking off
I wish nobody saw me, wishing I could hide vibe Kool Keith we spark this
We step on stage MC's dissapear like the rain forest
So when I rocks again get oxygen get cameras on
No telling diverse curse selling I'm reversed like Hammer son
Mental capacity, hindered like I'm Forrest Gump
Bu-dump, for your trunk
Get you hooked like crack hooked Humpty Hump
I catch the *real* with more sick humor than Benny *Hill*
I slap you up and make you *feel* what DeVon *feel*
You cry like Dice Clay, like Kunta Kinte I gets loose
You blowin up's a fucking dream like the gang truce
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] They be perpetratin live, like they wild on the avenue
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] But they signed they lives away, now they don't know what to do
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] I catch em perpetratin streets over beats when they through
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo *echoes*
[Kool Keith]
Super flexin, yo Chino XL, let's inhale
Funky sex man naked, foresmith is bound to shoot the gift
Riff riff raff, rappers make me giggle giggle laugh
From the East coast to Texas, I kick a rhyme like Pele
Strolling knee deep, you take a peep, while my beeper beep
Catchin wreck one two one two achoo achoo achoo
Sneezing and pleasing, on your ear, verbal easing
Chocolate flows then drips down through your nose
Between your legs, I bend your head with beer kegs
True, I'm blue, the smith can't stick to doo-doo
Yo Chino we needle we brown with the King Crown
Rockin underground bound, and pullin girls panties down
Yo check it, yo step with, you puppet muppet nitwit
Energizing like forty volts, I'm shocking to your anal
With my goggles paisano, Spiderman against the Rhino
Leaping on your building, downtown Los Angeles
Skandalous man, shooting sperm in your perm
Leaving ways to dry, my urine dropping in your eye
Burning afro puffs, with that greasy sticky stuff
I get rough, and plant my seed into your rectum
Masterbating at warp speed, I pull up in your spectrum
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] While they be perpetratin live like they wild on the avenue
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] Mad cause they signed they lives away now they don't know what to do
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] I peep em perpetratin streets over beats cuz they through
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo *echoes*
[Chino XL]
Heh heh, let's see who I be now
The I-N-O behind the C and the H
With the X add the L I can spell cause I ain't Dan Quayle
[Kool Keith]
Pediatrician my mission Uncle Fester with the skills
Making Lurch reactivate Morticia's only child was style
[Chino XL]
Sleeping on me like a narcolypetic as I grow
But you'll be here today and gone tomorrow like The Afros
Like a child alone with Luther, your ass in danger
MC's collect my styles like small kids do Power Rangers
[Kool Keith]
You holding back on the feeble, small weasel
No handicap love, elephants on the fence
Ever since dinosaurs, people stood on Crenshaw
And palace fade shopping lades, you never saw before
Bouncing down with more bounce, with music by the ounce
With my finger between the mean California labia
Dark girl maybe-ia, I think her name is Evia
Avon computer flex, killin mice and insects
[Chino XL]
I'm, sliding into this beat like
hot thermometers into your anal channel
I toss that ass up like
a gang sign but not wearing flannel
I'm prefacing like George Jefferson, WHEEZY!
Chino XL my brother B-Wiz and Kool Keith
now try to take it easy
[Kool Keith]
My range is high rise, do people know I'm circumcised
Cut back with the skin, come now, come in come again
I make light dark, you pimple faced birds
Wipe your mouth with Clorox, I clean with Spic and Span
Leave a magical tissue, and yellow vomit in your hand
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] Uh-huh, perpetrating live like they wild on the avenus
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] And now they signed they lives away and they don't know what to do
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[Chino] I caught em perpetrating streets over beats cuz they through
[Keith] Gangstas flop, they go pop like Shabba-Doo
[both] Ask your label, I bet they let you do it too
[Kool Keith]
Yes
Always wash your hands with the Lubriderm after leaving the public toilets
Remember that... we must keep the earth clean
Lavratories
Remember all the camoflouge Tampax
Yeah, sometimes they come back
High pitched shrieks, my body lie dead in the streets
Yeahhh, my body lie dead in the streets
(repeat 4X)
The darkened clouds reflect my inner confusion
Frustrating feelings of dying too soon and I'm
sitting in plain view of Master and all of his glory
in purgatory, I'm not your everyday sinner
It's often viewed as stepping into a great light
with shadows of time, some people are forgotten in life
Move in past situations, stolen moments frozen proving
you ain't had a thing but evil in your human heart
It's startling, but I keep on following
The pain is mind-boggling, I hear angry souls hollering
High pitched shrieks, my body lie dead in the streets
Crackheads searching through my pockets too I see this all from side view
Now as I stand in the judgment of my forefathers
They agree I was murdered without my goal accomplished
Inside my heart is where the curse lay scared in the worst way
like a savior on the third day, I rise
Chorus:
"feel my aura, just around death's corner"
(Rise!) Rise!
(repeat 4X)
The actual transition between death and life
reveals darks passageways, painted like stained glass
Soaking wet from the rain and my brain tired
and I'm barefooted freezing cold as I walk through fires
A child born with no soul signifies my return
from pure thought to put my killer's ashes in a urn
Outside the realm of light, demons dance in preparation
Weightless, only to be seen during incantation
Feel my aura, just around death's corner
Hands of liquid candlelit by a mourner (water)
Surrounding me it startles me, cry to me
Visions pushing me towards revenge and anger nothing's stopping me
What about this Crow it follows wherever I go
From a rooftop I see one of my killers in the window
Tears dwell up in my eyes, turn to highs, blood's
raining from the skies, as one of my murderers dies... rise
Chorus:
"The flesh is weak..."
(Rise!) Rise!
(repeat 4X)
I believe... I believe
Yeah...
Yeah, I inhale the cold mist feeling lost
Like I'm in a dark forest that's illuminated by my soul
Like a Phoenix from the Earth watch me take flight
The world's in color when I walk it's all in black and white
I try to scream but no sound escapes, migraines
I shapeshift, I exist, she doesn't remain
Her name's etched in the walls of my nightmares
And levitates and elevates like flights of stairs
Second thoughts about karma but I can't cease
Without revenge, I think I'll never rest in peace
Blemishing, shaken like I'm off of heroin
I'm burrowing deep to reverse death, remembering
Now I rise like a zombie from the dirt I kill again
Feeling no better than what I am here to avenge
As we stand face to face you see death in my eyes
I won't destroy another man, the flesh is weak... rise
Chorus: (variations)
Sometimes death ain't even strong enough to stop living spirit
With our mind we call life into existence
Worlds are thoughts that are burning in me
Sometimes we come back
Verse One: Chino XL, Ras Kass
You prayed for me and I came! How far you niggaz wanna push me?
I'm leaving the crowds happy like OJ Simpson when he got his first white pussy
But I'm still annoyed, blowin through your selenoid
Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd
Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
by this industry, I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail
You can hate me, but await me like I'm Magic Johnson's
death in a box with Jordan's pops that ass'll never take another breath
cuz, I write the songs like Barry Manilow
I like my Sugar Brown like Hugh Grant fucked D'Angelo
Now I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately
He wasn't in the person of Master Farad Muhammad
Some often ask how can this nigga molest the English alphabet
in one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic
It's all in the mind like Johnny Mmemonic
Before my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics
to drain the phonics, amniotic fluids
Delivery, to get Nia deep in your Peeples like Howard Hewett
Half-Hitler, half-Jewish, I'm gassed off myself
Icono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics
Noxious I blows out the sockets I got your Adam's Apples in my pockets
Bullshit like Timmy McVey, like kiddie porn I'm getting popular
Popular, no ocular, MC's perp particular
but not quite yet perpendicular
Compound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso
I got Chino's back like a dorsal, fin
Comprehend, we bend men from within
Chorus: Chino, Ras
Your strength in numbers couldn't hit
The yellow nigga from the Gravity click
You don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit
You're fuckin with the HemiSidal lunatics
Like licorice, niggaz begin to twist
Lay back and watch your idols get ripped
Yo signify if your crew roll thick
(Yeah) East Coast (West Coast) beeeotch!!!
Verse Two: Ras Kass, Chino XL
I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like, latitude
Put my rhymes in mixed fortune cookies to leave Confucious confused
The day a nigga serve Ras is when faggots start straight bashing
Without Jermaine Dupri I'm SoSoDef that I need closed captions
Won't see me stressed from no East/West conflict
the interest Chino X/Ras Kass like Layne Tito removed you from your bench
My retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel
Praise the yellow God or I'ma leave you scarred like that nigga Seal
Vernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz, the truth hurts
Slang botanical, you're moving on time-lapse camera
Indestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable
Take you out like Saafir took out Casual
So check the milk that Jersey made
I turn artistic children bilingual
On parallel bars I create new dismounts like Chechincko
So keep it short and sweet like Sherman Hemsley bonafide queer
While I shoot shit up you're shooting gerbils up your asshole like Richard Gere
Verse Three: Ras Kass, Chino XL
Bitch ass niggaz what see?
I gives a fuck who's certified platinum or gold
Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold
Your plaques corrode when I collage colloquials
At first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like Pinnochio
No lie, no T-H-C, T-H-E, T-H-O-U-G-H-T
Makes me high in intelligence quotient
I drop facts like attache
Exfoliate rap and come cleaner than Jeru's enema
What's the secret within my esophagus
is discovered like Tutenkahmen's sarcophogous
I got niggaz lookin for Webster's like George Papadopolous
Yo Ras pardon me my unfamiliar soliloquies, similies
similar to Reginald Denny's, facial injuries
You couldn't locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack
Molest your mind like Oprah Winfrey's behind when she was a small child
Punchlines with more elasticity than Biggie's stretch marks
Chino X sparks, mad urban
I ain't scared to put the things that going around me
on tape like Mark Fuhrman
Sexing picture perfect hoes like Pocahontas often
And I'd rather hear Willie Nelson than fucking Montell Jordan!
Chorus
Outro: Chino
Uhh, yeah
Uhh, signify, uhh
Uhh, check it out, uhh
West coast, uhh, East coast, what?
West coast, East coast
West, uhh, East, ahh
Uhh, that nigga Ras, that nigga Chino
The nigga bird, yo that shit is large
Verse 1:
Check it, I catch more heat than a histitic jew
You catch two thumbs down like a Matty Rich movie review
Your individuality is missing like Adam Walsh
Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
Too far gone inside my art form
Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that's cool
But while you're being me who's being you?
I'm hot like Patra, Doggystyle on all fours
End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
Mass hysteria, malaria come to ya area
You couldn't touch my style with Hands Across America
I slaughter, spit in your water like Kidd homes
Leave you need orthoscopic surgury like Quincey Jones
Cause I can give Beverly, Demi and even Melvin Moore (more)
Van Halen, Eddie, get Ellen ready make Pauly Shore (sure)
Your new single sounds like the double dutch bust remix
Watch you collapse and die like you was River Phoenix
Me and rap go way back like LL's hairline
Nigga fuck a punch line, I write fucking punch rhymes
I'm gorgous so when I'm performing just leave your girls at home
I'm the best thing to happen to bitches since the straightening comb
When I'm up in 'em spittin' venoms I never go soft (never)
I make that pussy snap Back Back Back and Forth
Some more outtakes over B.Rich roughbreaks
I write more rhymes han Rick James makes license plates
So life every voice and sing
Cause I don't need no partner to swing
Hook:
They don't know
They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
Verse 2:
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your friends, Chino X could make the corrinor cringe
Urinating in the audience when I perform
Biting the heads of chickens and bats like Ozzy Osborne
I got multiple personalities so be afraid
The cypher is ? I'm Jim Jones now here's the Kool-Aid
You better recognize and know the time like Barisa or dance like Kid'N'Play
Cause You Ain't Gonna Hurt Nobody
You better fear will I knife or stick in you
Look up at the sky and ask why has God forsaken you
Chin-wa! Bringin' new styles that MC's couldn't start
While the walls be closin' in on them like fat around Dr. J's heart
To keep in shape I scrap knives and I take lives
Subliminally I encourage teenage suicide
When my video is on the Box you gets to orderin'
People want to know the 4-1-1 on art of origin
I was bitter got richer, the nigga child molester
Throwin' out my shit like Red Fox did Ann Nester
Can't be productive when your partner is just a lazy bitch
Leaves you feeling frusterated like you signed to Wild Pitch
Now like Sammy Davis ran from the IRS
You better run from that nigga Chino X
And if you score well then perform, MC's with hesitence
Remember you can be replaced like Ann did on Crushed Grapes
You're man is holding you up don't front like everything is dandy
Peace to 5 foot 6 now I'm out like John Candy
Hook (x4)
verse 3:
So now you gotta put in time if you wanna get near me
But you can't hear me, cause you're an asshole like Dennis Leary
Leave you crispy like the children of Kadaffi
You couldn't get no justice if you dug up Thurgo Marshall's body
My career is right out of the bible in the show bizness
I drop my staff it turn to snakes just like Moses
If I found a new crew with same circumstances
Catch the L and they'll be assed out like Prince's pants
I'm back on track without another nigga urfin' me
Peace to Ragman, now I'm out like Freddy Mercury
So lift every voice and sing
Cause I don't need no partner to swing
Your molecules are now in motion
Hypnotic effect
So check the way you move
on your complexes
Inferiority complex
I got you carrying glocks and tecs
And got you feeling hesitant
to step on stage and represent
It's your complex that rips and wrecks your confidence
Creates paranoias inside of your mind when you rhyme
The term Chino's Latin
But I got black soul
Flows I creates "Unforgettable" like Nat King Cole
Bulletholes through the shields of your Landcruiser (your click)
My click is stoned like they eyes gazed upon Medusa
Makin this picture clearer
It gets weirder than incest
Knowledge my name, I'm on a different plane like Herve Villachez
Getting the people hyped like Monday Night at the Improv
Dive in Ricki's Lake plus I Rush like Limbaugh (hey)
I will detach your limbs, there ain't no wins if you test mine
You won't be coming back again like Sinbad's sitcom
I think they wanna battle
You blew up like Roseanne's belly
Your style's too old to do me like Aaliyah and R. Kelly
Fear and superstition could get iller than circumcision
And things could get more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin
My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin
Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous combustion (kill all my)
Kill all my complexes make any crowd scream and yell
Oppose and catch a bullet in your back like Philip Pannell
It's your complex that makes you buy a fake Rolex
To impress the next big butt big breast like it's a contest
Materialistic complex, I make you worship an Ac' or Lex'
Now that you're feel inadequate you're cashin checks for sex
But see, I'm from a small town called (bitch please)
so don't seize the thought
Now see she's caught, go see your daddy for child support
Your complex it got your mind inside a group home
I got you puttin that suit on
Fuck them crabs you spend your loot on
Euphorically, categorically, Chino rips shit historically
*inhale*
Puff you like sensi, rob your shit like Jodeci
Better hope your girl don't notice me
You was a platinum artist 'til the complex got into ya
But I spread new rap styles like prostitutes spread chlamydia
Grammy nominee, wit yaself you ain't in harmony
Now I'm hearing you wanna bring it on to me
Fresh off your tour you don't want no verbal war
Better stay in your Lexus
I was creating metaphors this morning while you were selecting
which credit card to pay for that bitch's breakfast with
Your car is painted like the Sistine Chapel
But you still couldn't get a piece of that bitch's ass
if you had a scalpel
I'm rough as HELL, CRUSH YOUR CREW, turn you into beetles
Eat a porcupine, PUH, spit out the needles
Bzzz bzzz, my shit is fly you can ask anyone
I'm not MTV so I can leave you Dead at 21
People stand amazed (how could you go on a killing craze)
Cause my heart is blacker than the cotton fields in the slavery days
Fuck friends long as a bitch bends (Benz) like Mercedes
Invade your mental like U.S. troops invaded Haiti's
Ladies, that are Latin be lovin me more than Desi Arnez but
My voice be aggravatin bitches like Rosie Perez SO
I breaks a virgin's hymen open like the seventh seal
"I'm givin them, somethin, they, can feel"
I explore a woman's vaginal region like Lewis and Clark (please douche)
I might decide to eat the bush like Sandra Bernhardt
Now even the Japanese girls wanna blow me like I'm Sony
But like Mike and that Presley bitch, the relationship is phony (phony)
So baby we can do it, take your time, do it right
The whole game's like Richie Valens it should never take flight (uh-huh)
I don't need gold singles to purchase phallic symbols
I keep my Queen, you keep chasin materialistic bitches, yo
Wreckin this it's your complex
they got you feelin mad depressed
You can't rest, from the stress
wondering what they gonna do next
Your complex is the wall they got your back up against
Intense pressure got you feelin like without em you just worthless
The term Chino
Goes synonymous with corpses flipped
But never celebrated like Hanukkah in Auschwitz
My complex flips
Where'd he get that vain kind of mindframe?
Cause I've been rippin this way since MC's was just a labor pain
Underground for far too long but now I will be surfacin
Spray from my brain on the train -- like Colin Ferguson
They say I go too far but pop radio playin me
Like FCC stands for -- Fuckin Chino's Crazy
But I make TLC stand for They Love Chino when I terrify
You'll never eat Chili cuz I'm an arsonist like Left-Eye
But I can't forget I, heard you say you'll leave me deceased, PLEASE
That's famous last words like the I Have a Dream speech
Beats fat like Melodie sweet like Bellamy
You're gellin me more than niggaz at PMD shows be yellin for E
They try to diss cuz I don't have that, I have this (chances are)
They tryin to make me soft like Johnny Mathis
Fuck strike a nerve, I massacre strike a main vein
One line from my brain could turn Bar Mitzvah's into Soul Train
"But I'm still standin", keepin straight
And marijuana helped me to escape like it was Al Cowlings
Still rippin shit, no videos and no Source ad
I live the type of life that could make Hammer say It's All Bad (hahahaha)
Put it on, one class of car that I can afford has not been built
I can't afford cookies, that's even though I'm labelmates with Milk
It's like Wayne's World cuz they say that "I'm not worthy!"
My company is fuckin me like Arsenio does Eddie Murphy
Industry kills, I go for the throat
I treat you all like Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston's marriage-
One big joke
It's your complex that got your carryin glocks and tecs
It's your complex that got you cashin checks for sex
It's your complex why you scared of what I'm gonna say next
I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
I wish I was special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep
What the hell made you think the sun rose and set in your ass?
Fast I remove you from my itinerary
I tense you worry and exaggerate
becoming jealous at the drop of a dime, wanting to kill all womankind
You are a perfect ten with the perfect tan goddess
Who could sell Evian to a drowning man, honest
Trying to stay sane walking that tight rope
I'm throwing you off the deep end you better pray shit floats
You gave me chills to your mind when Beverly Hills
make cleverly deals, and now you think you Brooke Shields
Hated my foes, now you one of they one a day hoes
Used to search my ass straight for weed I smoked some days before
I'm crazy yo forever goin farther than just screwin em
Making me feel like Joseph and Mary's hoein in Jerusalem
Abusin em is how they wanna be treated they nosy too
Should I just slap em like Scherazade told me to
You just a tease and you play like I'm not in your league
Capturing my mind claiming I'm your biggest fantasy
I'm unattachin, what think you can spies me
If I couldn't hear your words and only judge you by your actions
Your love is sorcery, drowning in emotion poisoning me
unfortunately your memory is haunting me
I'm feeling pains, that I can't even describe
But if I have to bitch you fuckin buried me alive
Your love counterattacks, unrealistic terroristic acts
Like the Oklahoma Federal Building I collapse
I want her back, but I know that I can't force her
Thinkin bout takin my own life like Marlon Brando's daughter
I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
I wish I was special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep
I'm back in town, stoppin it, makin perogative home
She too far gone, provactive as Sharon Stone
I'm feeling crucified by the very nails I
Made and drove into myself, passed to the next guy
Phones ringin in the middle of the night (Who's that? Nobody?)
Your whole game is getting mad sloppy
Meanwhile in my hotel lobby my hobby is removing groupies off my body
It's getting cloudy, smoggy, visibility low, foggy
Four and a half years, I screwed up once
But this ain't your first time, don't be a dummy
You got champagne tastes with fuckin beer money
Fearing bummy we had ups and downs but managed
Now the going gets rough, look how you vanished
It proves that life is a comedian like Martin Short
You standin next to me I wanna file a missing child report
To find the girl we'd always planned we'd run away together
Pray together had a child swore we'd stay together
You had your chance shoulda been nice
your game is deader than Vincent Price
Giving up your ass like you Heidi Floess
Fuck your pink cop crossing guard obsession
You're half-dresses looking like a Soul Train scrambable contestant (bitch)
In my arena, should I fight or just leave her
Catch amenesia it's enough to make me catch a seizure
Catch a breather, Chino do you even need her
Should I take the three-eighty assassinate her like Selena?
I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep
Yesterday I seen someone who looked just like you
She walked like you do, so I thought it was you
But then she turned around confusing me
Babyface couldn't bring no cool in me
No Love Connection channel five no Chuck Woolery
Us growing old together is what I envision
You dealing with him, but let's not make no haste decision
The mechanism is getting rusty, you won't trust me
You claim when I blow up I'll leave you for some mono toiling busty
I can't believe you placed this cock above me wrong
I know you like a book but I just cannot find what page you're on
Now you put you in the middle, your voice is just a riddle
Say you want me back then change your personality like Cybill
How hard I try, I just cry more
With no reason to live, many to die for
Now as I sit in a smoky bar the night about to end
I'm passing time with strangers but this bottle is my only friend
Across the room I see a couple with no cares at all
Hugged up kissing reminding me of us before our fall
High so full of hope and passion looking at her man
The way you used to look at me when I just held your hand
You gave me vast pain, to live in the fast lane
I caught the last plane, to give you my last name
I'm caught up, my family come first, that's how I'm brought up
This tragedy's worse, than one I coulda thought up
The couple stood up, I'm feeling drugged like I took Mescaline
The couple I've been watching all the time it was her and him...
I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
I wish I was special, you're so very special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep...
Intro:
Yeah, crazy ups and downs you know what I'm sayin'? Crazy how the world
runs, word up. Check it out. Bring it on.
Hook:
Lord I try to keep positive, but this life is full of strife
And I'm tired of trying to conquer it
Lord always thinking negative what will go wrong will go wrong
Until the beast in me vanishes
Verse 1:
First of all I was born under a bad sign, confinded to torcher
Never saw what life had to offer
Time slips away like pop singles on the radio
Chino never had the doe, I was determined though
Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle
My aspirations from every angle
From a street corner to a demo deal from Warner
Hardcore performer, crowd warmer, thought it was on but it wasn't
I never got no budget, stuck like a glue trap
It goes to prove that
Being the greatest lyricist can't paint the full picture
It's a full mixture, I can't get no, no satisfaction
Like being blind watching a movie with no closed caption
I need some time to ease my mind, I'm bested
Fuck Mr. Wendal my Development is Arrested
All I wanted to do was rock with my fast ass
And blast past the mass, collect quick cash
Did what I did best create, but began to hate
All these flake music people makin' artists wait
But I'm a be up there one day
And soon to slam wax innovate rhymes that my fans consume
I view this world through my notepad
Thus expanding my vocab to win, till then, it's all bad
Hook (x2)
Verse 2:
When I was merely a sophmore, went to Atlanta on a false tour
This ain't what I prayed so hard for
Dreams broken into individual particles like porcelain
Figurings attached to me like barnacles
Now I'm suppose to be happy like Bobby McFerrin
Keep faith, the only thing holy is the drawers I'm wearin'
89' I aimed to graduate, no exaggerate
Evaporating positive energy from inside of me
To the point where my love for God no more provides for me
Of course lost pride, obviously the force rides
To paradise nobody invites but puts the Bill Of Rights
1430 SAT proving ya, I'm a spick that'll die respective like Rahoul Julia
So cease with, all that street shit
Expect MC from Chi kid, you gets the wicked priest shit
Until I see fit, to open my life strife like the pearly gates of heaven
For ? entertainment this is my expression
Prepare wealth and I'll share self, maybe I can help
But I'm lost but I be large anywhere else
The ill eagle, twisted, war novelist
The problem swallowed us, it takes an activated mind to follow this
And true to realm to be ourselves, not to follow a fad or give in to trends
Till then, it's all bad
Hook (x2)
Verse 3:
Unanswereed prayers plays the background, I pull my baseball caps down
I hide the tracks of my tears from rapping peers
I finally got on and soon he wasn't a moment to
I lose my mind, I lose my friends, my daughter and a coma too
I'm going through a strange tug of war inside my mental wall
Record just went platinum, I'm slapping 'em, I'll show you all
Cover of Rolling Stones, Vibe even TV Guide
Was filming my first movie in L.A. when I heard my baby died
Shook it off without a thought that she was beautiful
Soul Train Awards I go to not my daughters funeral
I stay drunk and high like I'm imperial
Surrounded by more white groupies than a Rakim video
Now life's a tour to me, except the way I was rejected formally
Disrespected neighborhoods I know supported me
It's eating me, suicide attemps repeatedly
What I worked so hard for, ultimately is defeating me
I'm paranoid my own mom can't avoid being a tabloid
So she wasn't shocked when my baby flopped
Caught in the industry, spending money feverishly
Now I'mve been robbed, I can't believe my laywers did this to me
Next album was filled up with tragedy and despair
Fans with smiling faces with no real purpose for being here
I call the dear Lord when in Billboard
I plummet from 3 to 10 I guess failure is my new trend
Thought I was all that, now I just fall flat, splat
Vails of crack, my old friends won't let me call back
So where in mind can I find myself a misty storm invisible to God
I'm falling off like TJ Swan
I don't know, I just think that's hell exploitive
You know, taking these metaphors and just butchering...
icons in the urban community. I don't know, it's
like you sucking em dry, what are you some kind of a vampire
or something? Yeah yeah that's what you are, what ahh what
a ghetto vampire, that's it.
So where'd all this come from? Think back
Try to remember... think back... try to remember...
I used to sit at the right hand of God in light and splendor
Lavishly spreading love that's all I remember
As time passes I catches miracles he taught me
everything except for some old man and breathe the breath of life
I tried, to just accept he's my savior
But jealousy forced me into sacrilegous behavior
Enraged like I was no threat I hated God's laughter
Waiting for the day the apprentice becomes the master
I'm cursed and damned now to be a creature of the night
Unliving yet living off blood, fearer of the light
But I don't give a FUCK right, because I live forever
I see you all come and go and die and burn
and watch the world still turn
Evil entity, time is resenting me
Thousands of years later I must conceal my identity
A vampire *echoes*
Arrraahhaaa-hahahahahaha!!!
New heights, where it's so dark you need candlelights
To expose the black plague my left hand writes
Nights enveloping and developing pictures in your brain
like a darkroom, in every monestary where I spark boom
A cartoon style smile smirk, how's my emotionless killer clown
synapse behaps relax the bastard black balloon
Nocturnal, high off the herbal, crowding back streets and projects
Illest nigga, coolest slang dialects (dialects)
Bite marks are what you feel if you're my victim
Poisons golden seal couldn't heal from your system (from your system)
Nuts bust down the throats of mad crack heads
Fetal four-eye pleas, fuck it cops kill black kids
Sometimes I wish I could stop the death the pain and the sin
but I'm fucked up create the libations that humans contain within (nasty)
After lightning strikes the steeple of your family church
I beg forgiveness from God, but it never works
I know my soul ain't going to heaven when I expire
Recognize... the immortal ghetto vampire
I slit your throat and watch you shake if I desire
Recognize... the immortal ghetto vampire
Bear witness to the sins of wicked messiah
Recognize... the immortal ghetto vampire
Who can I speak to God is dead and the whole earth's on fire
Recognize... the immortal ghetto vampire
Running from the sun by day it's become quite obvious
to the people surrounding me I'm the wildest
Untamable blood-luster plus the high school yearbook photos
that I took in eighty-nine, show no sign of a face of mine
Intertwined my mind is a jungle full of cobwebs and tangled vines
and a glass mace even my closest friends are becoming afraid
Of how I, predicting what's happening and events
Prom dates found they're punctured, blood left pleading then lynched
That's just how I fucking express myself
When I consume your blood and leave you dead
sorry it's just to keep my health
Dark forces, police get nauseous from my trail of corpses
No stake through my heart, no holy water, and no priest with crosses
A woman's mind gets clouded by my handsome mannerisms
Listen obsessions bigger than Jackie Gleason's aneurysms
You caught up when my piercing eyes stare right through you
Stronger than the straightest greatest ancient Haitian voodoo
My unholy presence disturbs animals and children
built a sacrifical altar behind an abandoned building
My sense of smell is heightened my sight is razor sharp
Serene that's thorazine when I remove your beating heart
*bump, bu-bump, bu-bump, bu-bump*
And then the blood starts, flowing
Now I got your soul without you even knowing
Lying in a staircase covered in piss, body decomposing
I turn on sirens and I perpetuate gang violence
I'm the devil that got Malcolm X sleeping in silence
Factual I poison anything that's natural
I kill love and I'm hope frozen up just like it's a statue
Vampires walk among us sucking life from our city
Keeping us in constant states of insecurity
The police watch em... they know me ghetto vampire
The government check em... they know me ghetto vampire
Churches and ministries... they know me ghetto vampire
Niggaz slangin that shit... they know me ghetto vampire
Money hungry bitches... they know me ghetto vampire
The whole school system... fucking ghetto vampires
The fucking media... they know me ghetto vampires
WORDSMITH
It’s crazy…
(CHORUS)
Perfection
flawless
masterpiece, no mistakes
Back in the1800s I was burned at the stake
Metaphor Mephistopheles,
Degrees I’ve achieved
The brain fluid it takes to believe
would equal the seven seas
I could reveal the true name of God
But you would go insane upon hearing in
Release enough winds to
blow down pyramids
I’m the Michelangelo of syllable
Since I freestyle
Genesis been biblical
That’s something you got to give in to
(Verse I)
Since born in my mama’s vaginal sauna
As a sonogram, I’ve been fond of phonics
It’s ironic, even as an embryonic
Fed through an umbilical
don’t that sound biblical?
I’ve been a terror
Since I teareth out of the uterus
Because evil plans were made to defeat us
As a fetus
Though now I walk in infamy
As a child they had it in for me
Was raised with guns in infantry
In diapers and in infancy
The childhood of a hood
that was raised in the hood
Cops said “put your hands in the hot sky”
I put my hands down on the hot hood
I can’t whine or drink wine
Nine planets planned it
‘Til it became apparent
My parents shouldn’t have been a parent
State to state we ran some
I wasn’t worth no ransom
Money, won’t you hand some?
A nigga wasn’t handsome
Raise the mind like Charles Manson’s
New I was some man’s son
But which one?
That made me strong
created my poison tongue…
CHORUS
(Verse II)
Why you cut school?
Cause you ain’t feel too good
I cut school
cause my cuts ain’t heal too good
Through all the physical abuse
My mind escaped
through the gift of wordplay
I memorized encyclopaedias and dictionaries
I wrote anthems from antonyms
Harmonies from homonyms
Created cinema from synonyms
Was livid to eliminate
that illustrious life you’re livin’ in
Wrote rhetoricals in rhythms
I could paralyze with a parable
Made rhymes out of religion
Use a prefix as a crucifix
Or suffocate you with a suffix
Wrote lectures so infectious
They’re known to infect the listeners
Who dissin’ us?
Yo punks you wait – I punctuate
My karma’s the comma
That put you inside of a coma
Hyphen, semi-colon, dot, dot
Leave you semi-swollen
Question: You pregnant?
Oh you’re not? I love you, Period.
To sum it up, language is my essence
Fucked up in all my adolescence
Till my Mom’s was out of lessons
Laws, I store convenient
Still I rob a convenience store
Love Mom, Fuck Mom,
Shit, I don’t love me no more
Mentally it didn’t register, bitch
Empty the register, bitch
You just a cashier, bitch
Give the cash, here
Or I’ll shoot you in your cabbage
Hijack a getaway cab, bitch
Words ain’t makin’ me no loot
Don’t change now Dow Jones average
Regardless, we’re Godless
They stole my innocence
In a sense, the judge sentenced me
To 3 lifetimes sentences
To put my life in times and sentences
Art my dark archnemesis
They want me off the premises
That’s what the premise is
Locked on a tier
where you can’t shed a tear at
I studied more Shakespeare
Than any African can shake a spear at
And the whole world fears that
And it hurts
I got caught for killing time
But then I got with words
CHORUS
(Bridge)
People can say whatever they want about me
But agree that I am the Wordsmith
They can try to ignore everything that I’ve achieved
But agree that I am the Wordsmith
I am the Wordsmith
The love of words is deep in my brain
Must be to silence my pain
I am the Wordsmith
(Verse III)
I’m in a game full of morons
And they keep putting more on
I tutor the Torah
I’m in the core of the Qu’aran
The mind’s what I represent
And mc’s better re-present
I’m taking this rappin’ bullshit
to the fullest extent
I have reservations
why Indians are on reservations
Told that board of education
I was bored of education
As far as this go
I leave you deader than Disco
Rocking sex and violence
Over sax and violins
Through your minds camera lens
You’re in need of an ambulance
I’ll knock you to the asphalt
It’s your own ass fault
Your last thought
I’ll never sell my self short to be famous
And taking it up the anus just ain’t us
The world could get the penis
Of this classically trained pianist
My P.O. was p.o.’d
Handed me a cup, told me to “pee in this”
The linguist musician
My college position is that my intuition
Told me I wouldn’t be affordin’ tuition
My education’s all on my own
I might have been born yesterday
But I rhyme like there’s no tomorrow…
[Hook: Bun B]I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 1: Bun B]Wake up in the mornin, I turn on the TV
What do I see? Some pussy ass niggas starin at me
They got some big ass chains on with big ass rocks
A couple niggas standin behind em throwin up blocks
They claimin they whip pots, got the streets on lock
And they don't take no disrespect and keep their heats on cock
And if they punch you in your face then some teeth gon drop
Man I don't know where the fuck y'all thinkin that we from at
But you niggas is keystone cops, laurel and hearted
Little rascals tryna be big, just gon fuck up the party
Thinkin that cause you drink a couple of fortys and twist phillys (phillys)
That y'all is bout to take over the game, bitch really? (bitch really?)
You goin broke tryna slang that crack
And you only gon fight a nigga that ain't gon fight back
And that's wack, they don't get you no damn props
You niggas is sheeps in wolves clothing and I eat lamb chops, c'mon
[Hook: Bun B]I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 2: Bulletproof]{What it do? Teflon! }
Say Bun what's wrong wit em? They must be full of that when they hit it
A sucker wit the semi, bet he run right when he hear me
His niggas masqueradin, faker than silicone
A bad apple in the bunch, now we figure your city foldin
Homie, I'm from street po, I know how to dish a clip at you
Wouldn't you? Break wit em, a webster's permission slip
Pimp said it best, these niggas transcript writers
Pathological liars, sad suckers, dick biters
It's Teflon biatch, knock you out them Reeboks
A cocaine key, but he only flipped three blocks
Blow your brain all over the ceiling like sheet rock
I bet he get to ya, take a fader to a T top
We hot, Rap-A-Lot and Maab, don't get shot hoe
Cappin at your show, don't even know what you got shot fo
And next show, you hoe ass niggas squarin some rocks
Get some money, move out the hood but don't take care of your block?
[Hook: Bun B]
I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 3: Chino XL]These niggas is hoes on King's life, Chino is livin it
Jesus Christ is sewing me for copy write infringement
Ignorant bully belligerent, tearin out ya ligaments
So I deserve a certificate for thinkin up this killer shit
Arrogant, I'm like a Pharaoh standin on a pyramid
UGK tat on my heart, hopin Bun's enemies hearin this
Y'all ain't sellin nothin right (serious)
The only bricks y'all ever seen was your record sales
And when you pass a construction site
These rhymes that I write, if you could bring em to life
They could go in a cage and fight and knock out Kimble Slice
I live by the gun, die by the gun
Just to get closer to heaven with Pimp C and Big Pun
This is Latin history in the making for trill title takings
Like taking the love of Bob Marley from a Jamaican
Y'all faking but for Bun B we will ride until our heart stops
The success make me smile like TV Tego and Bankrock
I catch you popping champagne, chop it to your brain
Just for thinking outside of the Bun like Taco Bell's campaign
[Hook: Bun B]I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
[Verse 4: Killer Mike]Think you get it with Killer then sucker have a dick
I'ma take your funky breath like an asthmatic
Damn tragic how I got your momma shot before her damn casket
I ain't talkin head bussin, I'm just talking rap battlin
See that was a metaphor, but just in case you really want it
What you think the metal for? I hope you pussy niggas get the point
I don't care who point it out when my laser on a point
Rest in peace to Pimp C cause that nigga had a point
Point 1, rappers act gay and dress like it too
Point 2, niggas greedy and they never feed their crew
Point 3, niggas cower to these crackers like some hoes
But always talkin bout what they-a do after their shows
Point 4, just some shit I gotta get offa my chest
I ain't scared to battle him but he say that he the best
Got a question for my trill ass Gs around the way
How you let these fuck boys make it cool to be gay?
[Hook: Bun B]I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You fakin on the TV and frontin at your shows (ows)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas is some hoes (hoes), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes)
You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes)
[Intro]This is the Invasion!
The Evil Genius Green Lantern!
Immortal Technique, "The 3rd World"
(It's on now motherfucker - ha ha, drop)
You ain't got the right to bear arms, huh?
Sometimes you might have to brandish a motherfuckin firearm
(Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots)
[Chorus: Immortal Technique]Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots
Lick shots for the revolution
Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots
But watch, where the fuck you shootin
Yo where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
Where the fuck you niggaz aimin at?
Where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
This is only for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah
[Immortal Technique]Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never been realer
Volume 2 shot up the president like a gorilla
New York police state capital tried to swallow me
Locked me longer than Puerto Rico been a colony
Thirteenth Amendment slavery property
And now they signin rappers that promote their philosophy?
Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not Republican
That's just the white motherfuckers that own the publishin
And get the fuck out, if you want the foreigners gone
I paint the White House black and park my car on the lawn
Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her five times a day (WHAT?)
Every time right before we shower and pray (HA! )
You damn right the AK, symbolizes Jihad
But a holy war, is a conversation with God
You bitch niggaz misinterpret what you don't understand
Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin your man
Shootin each other, shootin your brother
Aim the gun at the right motherfucker
And leave him colder than the prison in Russia
Or America's white power structure
Niggaz love to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the jury comin and move for the prosecution
And them brothers act like a born-again Huey Newton
Forgot about the bullshit music they was producin
But my niggaz aim precisely, through the confusion - AND
[Chorus]
[Crooked.I]I got a hundred shooters with me,
Rugers shoot you through the kidney
Stand in front of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter Libby
I'm runnin through the city - dear God
If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody told me glim back as the plan's over
See ya, time to let him see a damn soldier
Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters
Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann Coulter
This is my gangsta religion
See I aim with precision, point blank the position
I'm black as them ancient Egyptians
Before European historians went and changed the description
I'm blamed for the 'caine in the kitchen
The C.I.A. playin with the pigeons, same pain that I'm pitchin (yea)
Listen, you dudes better watch the hook
I'm a boxer, coppers'll come up, Hoffa look
They wanna get rid of this conscious crook
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel book
But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin truth
America don't care for it's inner city youth - so I
[Chorus]
[Chino XL]Puerto Rican superhero!
Yo, XL eternal my journal, Sojourner, Nat Turner
Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum
He flirted with pullin me over for bein brown, I bust
Now he in the back of the truck with Don Imus
I must, take aim when I lick shots
Throw stray bullets like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
These pigs wanna see us dead inside a jail cell
Turn us from Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Bell
My temper 'bout to break like levees in New Orleans
Catch Jimmy Iovine when he refinance his mortgages
Kid illusion is dead, we movin with the blue and the red
Latin Kings, Giuliani with a gat to his head
Y'all don't lick shots like killers aimin at the Feds
Y'all lick shots like Jenna Jameson and Superhead
Pigs slice to Venice and beef at the benefits meet
Buried him on Venice Beach with the flies and the bees
Bzzzt - Chino, and Immortal Tech'
Kill shit like the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's fuckin with that?)
And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a fuckin jeweler
BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the cats off your fuckin Pumas!
Intro:
Yo, can I represent Gravitation to the fullest? Word up. Some times I just
cool out, yeah, come on, get with it.
Hook:
Yo, it's still an ill vibe when I want to unwind
"Like you inhale, like a breath of fresh air" -Phife Dog from "Can I Kick It?"
Verse 1:
Slice like a cesarean, shoot like insulin
Hip hop lives at no radio station, penetrate you like a vaccination
Fascination do you like styro foam and crush ya
Needles in pressure points, acupuncture
You shouldn't of start no rubbish you got no indentity like Jay
You sing more blues than Sarah Vawn, easy to ruin like sued
Respect like Areatha Franklin', half asleep dark must be
But still American as fuckin' in the back seat
Yo dig this, Your biting is constant
When I knock shit, get your wig split, I rip shit
Till I'm sweatly like Whoopi's armpits
The bomb's lit, you try to pick my style like chop sticks
No concepts, you would of met me long ago
Producers put me on hold
Now I can roast you motherfuckers like Roticery Gold
And this whole rap world is gonna miss me when I retire
Vampire, I be setting homeless motherfuckers on FIRE!
Hook (x2)
"Day after day after day"
The yellow nigga try to chill but then, I'm feelin' evil again
"Day after day after day" and everytime I pick up the pen
I'm feelin' evil again "Day after day after day"
Since the only good friend is a dead friend, I'm feelin' evil again
"Day after day after day" Everytime my temper go thin
I'm feelin' evil again
Girl talking:
"A-yo fuck you, you yellow ass nigga, you ain't sayin' shit.I know you
ain't trying to diss me with that ole evil shit. A-yo what's fuckin' with
that? Chino you ain't shit and you ain't ever gonna be shit.(aaaaaah)
Verse 2:
I put out more wax than Martin Lawrence earlobe
I rock forever, Or at least until the Jets win the Super Bowl
There's no comparing me, shocking your system like Chemotherapy
Osmosis, cysticfibrosis, Slick Rick eye could be the closest
I focus, on Naomi Campbel, but she's a leisbian (damn)
Stress me and, I'll make you see more stars than planetariums
Your horrorcore is homocore, you screamin' you Evil Live
Only played on AM and your vinyl is a 45
No Indecent Proposals cause I'm not Woody Harrelson
I ain't checkin' for you like PE's new album son
(Blurting obscenities at random) I think you got Turret
I make niggas sore like the first pussy Tyson get
What part of Jersy do you come from black?
The part that white people be speeding though in 6 seconds flat
They scared of death, they out of breath, they gonna get car-jacked
That's what happens when you don't recognize hipanic and blacks
Blessed by the nation, cause I'm expecting to blow up
More than Tevin Cambell is expected to have a sex-change operation (oooooh)
Hook
Outro:
[Chrous]
(Don't say a word) just let me get mines
(Don't say a word) just relax and recline
(Don't say a word) I'm the king of ill lines
(Don't say a word) and all my groupies and dimes
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, don't say a word, son
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son
[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they try to keep quiet
Till you dropped off your label and your A&R; fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go 'head and live careless
Five years from now you'll be explaining to your childrens what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why Daddy famous
I keep womens mad 'cause I'm prettier than they is
An old man, when they ask what you did when you was young
You'll say you hated Chino XL and carried a real big gun
(No more starvin') I seen more evolution than Charles Darwin
Mental revolution with physical attributes of Tarzan
I fold more papers than origami, playing you like Stymie
I'm feeling like an autograph, so many dream of signing me
Vocab extensive and glossy
Expose a flow so expensive it could drain a small Latin country's economy
Commit a verbal sodomy with a dime on Sodom who shot at me(?)
Rappers claiming original, but sounding just like Nas to me
Odds are getting dropped my me, high like Pras in Haiti's
Rips fully laced like Madonna wardrobe in the '80s
Museum is where they place these on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write with your left hand like Steve Stoute
Shut your mouth
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some love
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My talent barely recognized like Kravitz without his dreads
Sprinkle my ashes all over Big Lez after I die
'Cause Chino been the illest since I was juvenile, ha
I make cash money, click, go to .380, put you in torment
Trigger finger got the realest frequent flyer mileage on it
I'm coming in the club, keep women pulling on my clothes, froze
I'm the lyrical debt, everyone I C-E-Os/see-he-owes
The illest of flows they fear, 'cause no rapper could stop me
I'm putting their careers on life support like Jody Watley's
I'm tired of S-curls, guest appearances and wack tours
You should've named your last album "What The Fuck For?"
I hope you ain't spitting them tough writtens out your mouth
Stay quiet like you Shan when KRS was in the house
Don't say a word
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I been rhyming since 1986, when R&B; wasn't feeling us
No rap on Soul Train, motherfuck Don Cornelius
Now they all loving us after all that we been through
You still think I shouldn't have no beef like a Hindu?
I listen and laugh at your CD with my crew
Sound like being a fake me is better than being a real you
(Yo, is that it?) Hell naw, nigga, got more to tell
I ain't feel your albums like I swam in Orajel
XL an artist you can't control
Have MCs changing release dates like they're prisoners denied parole
Yeah, I used to rock for props and not the dollar amounts
Climbed the ladder of success leaned against the wrong house
Fake criminals, you so unfortunate
Only bid you ever did was on my old Lexus after I auctioned it
See me in the street and, straight bitch up
Keeping they mouth closed like they lips stitched up
Don't say a word
[Chorus 2x]
(Different Girls talking on answering machine)
-Hey Chino! It's Tina! I missed you!! He he he ... um, Just wanted to say hello...
=I love you... you know I love you, right? You know I love you...
(Chino snorting)
(Chorus)
It's the lifestyle (What? Chionardo Dicaprio)
Welcome to my lifestyle (What What? Chionardo Dicaprio)
It's just the lifestyle (What? Chionardo Dicaprio)
Welcome to my lifestyle (What What? Chionardo Dicaprio)
It's the lifestyle (What? Chionardo Dicaprio)
It's just that thug in me
Welcome to my lifestyle (What What? Chionardo Dicaprio)
It's just the lifestyle (What? Chionardo Dicaprio)
That pretty thug in me
Welcome to my lifestyle (What what? Chionardo Dicaprio)
[Verse 1]
The hopeless, Spanish romantic like Zorro
Never soft though, the hard core Don Juan Demarco
I find y'all lady weak in this, prompt to her eagerness
And be fucking her ridiculous, astounded by her fickleness
The Villianess, pimp polygamist, bigger bigamist
Intelligent as master of kama sutra cunnilingus
I leave your thug boyfriend stunned
When it comes to fine rappers I'm one of the few you females got to choose from
These cheap niggas where y'all find them? (I don't know)
They like promise you a condo, and can't afford a condom
Complained about your man so I robbed him
Confused bitches crying like "Chino, please untie him!"
The mental Samuel Jackson, the physical Adonis
Only sexual with women who can suck the comas out of novels
Fuck them 'till their knees wobble
My house like a brothel
Welcome to the night of the apostle of the lady gospel
(Chorus w/ slight variations)
[Verse 2]
If a woman's heart is an endless ocean of secrets
I run scuba teams to the bottom discover jewels and keep it
Her body is a violin, I'm the violinist and I compose
Her moans are my symphonies I can play the perfect notes
Before being famous,
Chicks asked to touch my hair seduction's what the game is
I intimidate them cus I'm prettier that they is
And in bed I'm gifted,
And I assume every woman's in love with me 'till they tell me different
Since preschool ladies thinking that Chi's cool
I fucked the teacher, it's tragic: a nun
The school it was catholic
Keeping these women spending money on me
Sticking Indian chicks for their dowries
Thinking they fine
If they married the ghetto Banderas gentlemen call
And have mammy's in-laws tell brides leave their sons at the altar
I'm smarter, I'll marry your daughter: 'Till the morning!
I charge pimp niggas for hoes reckless eyeballing (yeah)
Ain't leaving young girls out of it...
My dick becoming their pride so naturally gotta make them swallow it
I fucked all races, bagged bitches in all places
Older chicks, younger chicks... shit, I brought together generations!
They get financially gracious,
Just to date me on a regular basis
With making love I got patience
And I'm a dog just like you, in all cases
But I can make a woman feel love even coming in their faces
(Chorus w/ slight variations)
[Verse 3]
8 out of every 10 chicks are attracted to me...
One is a relative, and the other one a damn liar!
Leave your girl alone with me commit vagina-cide
Since '99, I'm no longer in pimp denial
Cus I'm a playa, plus I fuck a lot
Please, I got more hoes then these niggas just in names beginning in A's
Pass on more Trojans they will ever get
I'll have to take Ginko or some shit to remember half the bitches I hit
Act a nigga wise! Rap a nigga wise! It's obvious
Son got doe but look how ugly and sloppy he is
One girl's man threatened me with the mafias
I laughed and explained in detail where every mole on his white body was
Music and sex the only joy
When it comes to Trojans been through so many I could invade Helen of Troy
Single dominant A-male, getting pussy by mistake
How much hate mail can one pretty nigga generate?
Wasn't delicious bullets missing me by little inches
Now actress bitches suck my dick and do my dishes
+Kiss the Girls+ I'm world renown
For collecting bitches bi-coastally without Morgan Freeman hunting me down
I'm awesome but you +low-some+... what a damn shame
I done heard "Nigga, you fine!" so much I kinda thought that was my name
Mr. Perfect impregnates no dame
My sperm worth more than uncut cocaine
I know why these thugs in these clubs can't behave
Form forty-eight hours the lack of pussy making then brave
Never seen a world tour
But I've fucked like I've won Oscars, two Grammy's and twenty Soul Train Awards (bitch)
Squash beef with 'Pac and 'em
Cus I was too busy studying pimping under Ice-T and Freddie Foxxx and 'em
No jealousy, please dunny it's just my life
Don't be mad cus your girl would rather by my whore than be your wife
(Chorus w/ slight variations)
(Chino talking)
As if... as if...
Yo 'Ziz nigga,... this bitch is gonna ask me
"Why the fuck I had her on hold for so long?"
I said "Bitch! Don't you know the silence of me
having you on hold is more important than anything
any motherfucker on the planet could be saying to you?"
(Chorus)
you know, how I always do, Chino XL,
with the skills thats tried and true, Chino XL
after all that I been through, Chino XL,
Violate me, I'll murder you, Chino XL
(Verse 1)
These rappers don't want it with big Chino XL
I'll kick em in there necks and watch their bruised jaw swell
But all hail the last verbal murderer left, I'm certain death
Refer to me as less, but do it under their breath
Cause I be hearin the theft in they rhymes that they said
But when I see em they bowin down like they bout to give me head
I'm upset, yo lets get it on,
Birds fly upside down over ya head, cause you ain't worth shittin on
Hard you on the radio, what would I change
The station when its on, I call the DJ and complain
Its a shame, your recording all wrong
You made a 3 minute song, thats 3 minutes too long
Got flex droppin a bomb for the king of metaphors
Remember they ain't stop makin guns after they made yours
Y'all shittin in y'alls drawers, wonderin if I'ma diss 'em listen
My rhymes tight when I piss it be whistlin
Your decision that testin my expertism in combat,
I'll expose that your not real like the "Blair Witch Project"
As far as that album you dropped, I ain't feelin it
I wouldn't buy your record if it had a hundred dollar bill in it...
I'm killin it
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Scream what the chorus is at live performances
I be so high I be mistaking the whole front row for stewardesses
I proved who the rawest is as time passes
And fuck smoking weed, I'm smokin Bob Marley's ashes
Let me introduce you to that yellow nigga illin,
Breakin sky scraper rappers down to they tenement buildings
Not respecting opinions or feelings, stop crying like women
You know you non-violent as Martin Luther King's sittings
Head spinnin, lieutenant, menace, don't listen
But me knee deep in the blood of your crew and your children
Your neck stiffens, forget riffing, when you see me
None of my gunshots are sound effect CD's
Emcee's talkin bout how they spit, and they shit
I do every bodily function on a nigga when I rip
My format pushes your entire crew into the floor mat
You'll be needin pet cemetary to try and bring ya dogs back
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Still floss on the daily, out of the ordinary
Surviving drunk driving with Halle Berry
The wildest of any emcees, I'm hostile and irresponsible,
The ill tonsil Chino XL the stench of God's nostril
Collosal with the gothic, gospel goodwill,
Win awards and thank XL for making all things possible,
Philosophical thug till I stop breathin,
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents still are in diapers and teething
Jesus' tears couldn't dampin me, horses can barely trample me
You bit me so hard, why ain't you just sample me
Chino XL's the wrong one to violate, primate
I don't even speak english, I speak hate
I cheat fate and move death closer, Derek Barbosa
I beat Macy Gray to death with Erykah Badu's poster
The new chocha that I hit on top of Luke's sofa
I'm her new owner, shes pickin me up in Huge's rover,
Chino dissed me, rappers whine,
To disrespect you, I would had to have respect for you at one time,
I never did, and don't care, so come up on air
Put your money where your mouth is, make my crotch a millionaire
Air fair, exotic vacations,
Bought my mom so many minks animal activist plot my assasination
I'm rockin from aggravation, shit on any compilation
Amazin with rhymes wrote while the president was Ronald Reagan
I, don't, un-der-stand what goes on in the mind of Chino XL!
(Chorus)
I'm more known for beef than Bad Boy and Death Row
so when I'm finished rockin I hear, "You fuckin asshole!"
I get on stage at Summer Jam, piss on the front row,
and have the whole crowd screamin out, "You fuckin asshole!"
You either love me or hate me, but you cant stop my dough
I keep all the broke niggaz thinkin, "You fuckin asshole!"
Your girl recognize me like cubans do Castro
Lemme see those middle fingers up high, "You fuckin asshole!"
(Verse 1)
I copped the Clark Kent joint, now what the fuck you gonna do?
Yo, I'ma spit till my whole bodies devoid of all this fluid
And you cant even do it, imagine how ill I can get
You just assume to see Britney Spears on the cover of Jet
The government is after me for being internationally dastardly
Just ask the real MC's who this illest yellow bastard be
battle me and win if we battle to see who's the brokest
I'm sicker than seeing Kelly Price doing aerobics
Sicker than finding out firsthand Jennifer Lopez cant fuck
Sicker than seeing Richard Pryor in his wheelchair doing stand up
And what, I'm first, mom told me stay in my place
But I still never met my match like my ass and Shabba's face
Got real ways to bring terror, so you better
think twice about fuckin around with me like you see Tia and Tamera
Or avoid me totally, all consider with caution
Similar to deciding wether or not to drink after Magic Johnson
I Squash and hunt men with David Carradine Tai Kung Fu
The Rappers I'm writing rhymes for should be writing rhymes for you
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Clark told me to just kill it when I write rhymes
But how many murders can I commit in one life time?
I never quit, I Remained on
Chino, mentally, verbally, off the meat rack like Rocky Balboa trained on
Swarm rappers from New York to LA
I'm the hottest latin entertainer since Ricky Martin is gay
Suede lyrics and ways, not invented yet
Make you look weaker than that Public Enemy record they sellin over the internet
I'm spending that money, bout to bloody up ya best shirt
My hearts blacker than the entire WB Network
Catch you at ya concert, sweaty like Gerald Levert
On Slim Fast, you ain't gonna shoot or you would've been blast
Bitch ass, I'm Hopeless? like Heavy D, I Focus
I talk so much shit I should swallow a dozen roses
Foes is something I cant let survive
I hate to end this off on a bad note like SWV live
(Chorus)
Chino is as Chino does, no love
I'm doing this mostly for the money, like EPMD Reunion was
Take the first bait
Your deaths assured like head from a french girl on the first date
But don't hate this "best-life-form-to breathe", oxygen
Rock hotter than halogen, servin a verbal ((?))
Slobbering, it ain't right, the industry ruined my life
I've been black balled like I'm Cuba Gooding Jr's white wife
A high price, leave you dead above the waste
I'm The Artist, without a pound of makeup on my face
My verbal assaults extend way beyond battle rhymes
Verses of mines like construction of God to a human mind
So don't miss a line, but you can rewind
So it don't even matter like lights left off or on to a man blind
"Yo, he's wack, slow down the pace"
I'm wack? I'll just retire and blame it on god, like Mase
I, don't, un-der-stand what goes on in the mind of Chino XL!
(Chorus)
I'm more known for beef than Bad Boy and Death Row
so when I'm finished rockin I hear, "You fuckin asshole!"
I get on stage at Summer Jam, piss on the front row,
and have the whole crowd screamin out, "You fuckin asshole!"
You either love me or hate me, but you cant stop my dough
I keep all the broke niggaz thinkin, "You fuckin asshole!"
Your girl recognize me like cubans do Castro
Lemme see those middle fingers up high, "You fuckin asshole!"
(Verse 1)
I copped the Clark Kent joint, now what the fuck you gonna do?
Yo, I'ma spit till my whole bodies devoid of all this fluid
And you cant even do it, imagine how ill I can get
You just assume to see Britney Spears on the cover of Jet
The government is after me for being internationally dastardly
Just ask the real MC's who this illest yellow bastard be
battle me and win if we battle to see who's the brokest
I'm sicker than seeing Kelly Price doing aerobics
Sicker than finding out firsthand Jennifer Lopez cant fuck
Sicker than seeing Richard Pryor in his wheelchair doing stand up
And what, I'm first, mom told me stay in my place
But I still never met my match like my ass and Shabba's face
Got real ways to bring terror, so you better
think twice about fuckin around with me like you see Tia and Tamera
Or avoid me totally, all consider with caution
Similar to deciding wether or not to drink after Magic Johnson
I Squash and hunt men with David Carradine Tai Kung Fu
The Rappers I'm writing rhymes for should be writing rhymes for you
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Clark told me to just kill it when I write rhymes
But how many murders can I commit in one life time?
I never quit, I Remained on
Chino, mentally, verbally, off the meat rack like Rocky Balboa trained on
Swarm rappers from New York to LA
I'm the hottest latin entertainer since Ricky Martin is gay
Suede lyrics and ways, not invented yet
Make you look weaker than that Public Enemy record they sellin over the internet
I'm spending that money, bout to bloody up ya best shirt
My hearts blacker than the entire WB Network
Catch you at ya concert, sweaty like Gerald Levert
On Slim Fast, you ain't gonna shoot or you would've been blast
Bitch ass, I'm Hopeless? like Heavy D, I Focus
I talk so much shit I should swallow a dozen roses
Foes is something I cant let survive
I hate to end this off on a bad note like SWV live
(Chorus)
Chino is as Chino does, no love
I'm doing this mostly for the money, like EPMD Reunion was
Take the first bait
Your deaths assured like head from a french girl on the first date
But don't hate this "best-life-form-to breathe", oxygen
Rock hotter than halogen, servin a verbal ((?))
Slobbering, it ain't right, the industry ruined my life
I've been black balled like I'm Cuba Gooding Jr's white wife
A high price, leave you dead above the waste
I'm The Artist, without a pound of makeup on my face
My verbal assaults extend way beyond battle rhymes
Verses of mines like construction of God to a human mind
So don't miss a line, but you can rewind
So it don't even matter like lights left off or on to a man blind
"Yo, he's wack, slow down the pace"
I'm wack? I'll just retire and blame it on god, like Mase
[ CHORUS ]
I been to every city, state and street
From what I see
These niggas don't want it with me
So now I'm comin for the love that y'all were keepin from me
Finally
These niggas don't want it with me
And I'm a whole lot bigger than I look on TV
So physically
These niggas don't want it with me
So if you feel how I feel come and say it with me
Loudly
These niggas don't want it with me
[ VERSE 1 ]
Yo, who this little boy that's tryin to rhyme like me?
And worship me like Jon B worship black pussy
He pushin me to the point I wanna smack him, yo
(Yo duke, he tryin to steal your fans like Chico did D'Angelo's)
If imitation was acid, I'd have nothin
Left but jewerly, 52 teeth and a belt buckle
(Nigga, your skills are to die for)
During writers block I still create (what?)
Words of wisdom like they passed the lips of Buddah
And who the sharpshooter that claim he gonna kill me when he see me?
But wouldn't aim remote at a 100" color TV
Nigga, I'm off at the heezy, you see that?
Your record company done hired Chino XL to come and repossess they deal back
So now I put the fly in your eye like an Ethiopian starving
Life the game that you will no longer take any part in
You shouldn'ta start em, y'all done done it
You have to buy a microscope to read the list of rappers' names that want it
What
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2 ]
Yo, shake my hand, I snap your wrist off
Been God on Earth so long the one in Heaven's pissed off
You soft, I'm up the echelon
The only other hot cats I seen on a plate was at a Chinese food restaurant
I get the raunch sex and didn't need the Range
I fuck your bitch for free and she can keep the change
I'm pretty as a bitty but my gats make noise
Yeah, with more female fans than the 'Blackstreet Boys'
I'm known for stealin niggas' wives like I stole niggas' huffy
Play tuffy, get beat and boxed like Doug E.
You lucky I shot my last slug in a club
I'm Alizé and Hennessy in reverse, I got a passion for killin thugs
You're askin for spillin blood useless
I turn the most popular rapper from 'That's my muthafucka!' to 'Who this?'
I survive whole clubs jumpin me
But nigga, you halt cause I'm a Ryder like the moving truck company
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
Bzzzzzz... you're shocked with Chino electricty
I'm black when it's convenient like Mariah's ethnicity
Considered a major at literature when rhyming
I'm diesel, horses goin Chino backriding
Dissin XL for wealth is bad for your health
But I'ma do me like a took Ecstacy with myself
They been keepin me on the shelf for ages
But me retire, it'll be easier to change every light bulb in Vegas
Yo, my brain deserve its own infomercial for how it thinks
You can't be saved by coppin Tae-Bo with Billy Blanks
I turn on sinks and rock to the rhythm of the water drops that come out
Then freestyle till the whole New York reservoir run out
And walk with gun out for cats that wanna start somethin
I shine like I control the sun's off-and-on button
MC's are mini-me's, my clones at 1/4th the size
(Yeah baby...) rappers try to shag me for my rhymes
Y'all coward niggaz make a nigga like me laugh,
what the fuck? yea, yea.. chargin y'all niggaz
yea, yea.. behold the only thing greater than yourself
(Verse 1)
I'll slash ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, Chino the pretty thug, style centerfold,
I'll have every latin in the country aimin at ya skull
I'll aim it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin the most dope
My Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine with a Colt
They playin this in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you more blood clots than two jamaicans arguin
Sweat till ya fake silver platinum chains is tarnishin
Women shakin they ovaries, look what we accomplishin, what..
(Chorus)
We got better lyrics than you got "What You Got?"
We got better bitches than you got "What You Got?"
We run with more killas than you got "What You Got?"
We got better whips than you got "What You Got?"
We got better cribs than you got "What You Got?"
We got better bitches than you got "What You Got?"
We run with more killas than you got "What You Got?"
We got better lyrics than you got "What You Got?"
(Verse 2)
Coming to kill me, I cant hear that
Fear is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to feel yet
Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm from Illadelph
What I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine wont help
My Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin's quest for the belt
I mention myself as a celestial cell, an extension of hell
At a lynching I smile, cut myself down, murder your guest list
My style never a drag like they do black men in Texas
Next rapper to mention this, I'ma show them the real threat
Cause I'ma ride till my daughters like "Daddy are we there yet?"
Ain't no priest in the streets, only drugs before miracles
See more keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehicles
Told you I was coming, you ain't believe I'm assumin
If we all super heroes, these bitch niggaz must be Wonder Women
Fist to fist, skin to skin, I make you fall flat
Brat little niggaz, the tat on my shoulder cover they whole back
Cant hold back, splatter they whole rap to match my ((?))
Shittin on MC's, wipin my ass on they notebooks
How the broke crooks in videos leave me stressed
I'll turn on channel 2 if I wanna CBS, bitch
(Chorus w/ slight variation)
(Verse 3)
Least but not last, I'll blast an informant
Until he has the cash to put end to his torment
Now shine up the brass for his coffin
I'm last of the rawest, my passion ain't dormant
I've mastered the forces, I rap to the chorus,
My cast is enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautious
Twenty inch arms stronger than forklifts
Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and they nauseous
And smash through the glass of your Porsche's
Show you how Newark is as hard as divorces
Lay you out dead in the grass on the forest
My craft is flawless, have ya flesh wrapped in a blackened sausage
Blood Splashed across it for rhymin like a fag in a cordless
Murder all witnesses, nosey, standing on porches,
Like torches, super human, Chino's skin never scorches
Drape your family reunion in black funeral mourners
Have cats that sell ya drugs for you, avoid usual corners
I never lost this mad lust to be rap's Colossus
Breakin companies, Jersey got women strapped inside they office
I got.. DJ Supporters and women makin sex offers
I got.. A crib like a fortress, tuition for all my daughters
I got.. Rhymes hot like sauna's, and thousands from Time Warner
I got.. Killas on every corner, surrounded by jewish lawyers
What what what..
[Hook]
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
It's been the same with every girl I had
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
Why else would a woman wanna treat a man so bad
[Verse 1]
She was everything I needed
Atleast that's what god's contract between us stated
After 25 years of my experience of her lack of maternal instincts
I found I've defeated all odds to make it
Without a mama's love now I feel out of place
Extra wounds for a man who's never seen his father's face
As mama freebased the money for my high school tuition
From my stepfather's home I would always catch an eviction
Or a swift punch to the face
Bleeding rivers of red, fled to any quiet place
I couldn't believe that she said
He meant more to her than I did, just goodbye kid
I hope you die kid is what I viewed through my busted eyelids
I slit my wrist and sit and watch the droplets run on the floor
My cousin kicked in the door, nigga I was at war
With who was supposed to be my life bringer
The all knower, my nourisher, my aspiration encourager
I figured the fault's due to how my uncle assaulted you
And grandma died still believing it wasn't true
But I'm your only child, how can you turn your back on me
I cannot accept your apology
I'm sorry you dead to me mommy
[Hook]
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
It's been the same with every girl I had
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
Why else would a woman wanna treat a man so bad
(Treat a man so bad so bad so bad.
You need someone to love you) It must be in the water
[Verse 2]
Why you making me leaving you much more feasable than staying
I gave you everything, please be reasonable
You're my queen by which all other women will be judged
I wanted to die so much with nobody to trust
Deep down, I felt that she was just another liar
Now I wouldn't spit on her if she was on fire
Presice way to describe it, damn I shoulda been out
Our relationship a hand grenade, you just pulled the pin out
No doubt, my world was on the rocks
My life a car crash on the side of the road, y'all slowin down to watch
I'ma leave silently tonight, you'll never find me
I guess i'm tired of seeing my best friend's car parked in my driveway bitch
[Hook]
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
It's been the same with every girl I had
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
Why else would a woman wanna treat a man so bad
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
Yeah, it's in the water
[Verse 3]
I met you 8 years ago
Your smile captivated my soul which was miserable
I fell in love with you instantly
I knew I wanted to protect you from this world
You were related to my girl
And even after only one year of your life
Your intelligence and love for me shined so bright
I was only 17 but it didn't take me long
To realize that I wanted to raise you as my own
And although biologically there is no tie that binds
There is no blood test that could tell me you ain't mines
And its never been kept a secret for who your real father is
But that motherfucker don't know what your favorite color is
And he don't know in school what your favorite subject is
And when you have bad dreams at night you call my name not holler his
And sometimes I wonder if you found me or I found you
And I would never say a bad word about that man around you
The older you get, the closer we get, It's harder for me
I hate the way your mom's family gives us family priority
Or authority when he told child support "Look she ain't mines"
Where was they when he was giving your moms black eyes
But the fact lies and now whatever
Our last name's the same
And you and your sister's future is filled with anything you dream
But I gotta realistically look upon tomorrow
To the first time you get upset at me and say "You ain't my father"
[Hook]
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
It's been the same with every girl I had
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
Why else would a woman wanna treat a man so bad
(Treat a man so bad so bad so bad.
[Verse 1]
Chino, name in Indian: Murdering bear
Come fuck with me I put shotgun shells in your ear
Out of fear they've destroyed my carrier
Have nothing left
But I will have my revenge in this lifetime or the next
I experience road rage, walk in a slow pace
Killed a handicapped man for parking in a regular parking place
Learned my art with a leatherface, you must be kidding
I consider myself a dog trainer: I'm most bitten
But I've been written a billion bars of dissin
for any rappers dead or livin that we've ever heard since we was children
My brain got built-in Pentium chips, my thoughts the fastest
For Shakespearian actors: "Chino shall busteth your asseth,
When I spithed acid" ... yeah your freestyle was tight
You better rhyme of the head good, you can't read or write
A bittin' kid that'll get twist if he front, no publicity stunt
His life flashes by his eyes quicker than Black History Month
What!
(Chorus)
Who the only star on WB?
That would be me!
Who the mami's think is so sexy?
That would be me!
Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?
Yo, That would be me!
Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
That would be me!
Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
That would be me!
Who stand damn near six foot three?
That would be me!
Who got lyrics, jewels and plenty money?
That would be me!
Start drama and see the illest papi, yo' what would be me!
[Verse 2]
Yo', Yo'
You wanna be a soldier but ain't reppin' it right
Try me... metal detectors going off for the rest of your life
No matter how hard it gets,
I rather be a soldier drowning in my own blood
Not a coward in my own piss
Focus!... What the fuck you niggas think?
I roll with killers that spent more time in the pen than ink
Don't even blink, and turn your voice down a decibel
Or start lookin' for studios that's wheelchair-accessible
Leave you a vegetable, trust,
I have the letters on your FUBU sweater standin' for "Fucked Up By Us"
We thrust into beef now
Grill holds back like a Lee nail
You yell as you reach hell
You still wanna E-mail she males
Your train of thought derails
Lost dog, here's the details:
I make you think you on a beach how I make you SEE shells/Seashells
My L.A. airport beef was infamous,
I whooped ass the entire five hour flight
Plus three hour time difference
(Chorus)
Who your girl made you pay to come see?
That would be me!
Who the only star on WB?
That would be me!
Who the mami's think is so sexy?
That would be me!
Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?
That would be me!
Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
That would be me!
Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
Yo, That would be me!
Who bench press about three fifty three?
That would be me!
Start drama and see the illest papi, yo' what would be me!
[Verse 3]
I ain't from Atlanta but I'll leave you outcasted/+OUTKASTED+
And blasted, all fucked up like Schwarzenneger's accent
You has been, I split you apart
I spit from the heart
Yeah you iced out... that's how you slid off the chart
Blindfolded as I sit in the dark, a swoll beast
No peace, big Chi have the police calling the police
I call Aziz, omnipotence
Smoking I shine in its open
We ain't scared of jail we wanna go back
Blast in yo' back, nine bullets in the column of your spine
More than Columbine and Palestine combined, Forty-eight track
Half spic, half black
Sex symbol to the media
Keep my number listed so my beefs can find me easier
In sales you ain't dealing with me
I'm Puerto Rican and I got enough relatives to buy me platinum living with me
I never will be, overthrown... I'm unbelievable
Like the fact that D'angelo's baby's mom is Angie Stone
What!
(Chorus)
Who the only star on WB?
That would be me!
Who the mami's think is so sexy?
That would be me!
Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?
That would be me!
Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
That would be me!
Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
That would be me!
Who stand damn near six foot three?
That would be me!
Who got lyrics, jewels and plenty money?
That would be me!
Who bench press about three fifty three?
Who writes hits like B-I-G?
That would be me!
Who go to war like P-A-C?
Yo, that would be ME!
Who carry gats like he crazy?
That would be me!
Who getting' rich still rock lyrically?
That would be me!
Who never lose street mentality?
That would be me!
Who let you live cus you comedy?
That would be me!
Who bring that rock star energy?
That would be me!
(Angel Speaks)
Chino my love, although many will come before you,
trying to be just like you, there will never be another you.
You've traveled so far to get here.
Don't allow the world to make you forget why.
Our ancestors are with you, and will lead you.
Never let your mental conquer me
(Chorus)
Never love my enemy
You could never take my history
You could never block my destiny
Never did love follow me
And I'll never return to poverty
Never fooled by Satan's jealousy
Until my heaven inherits me...
(verse 1)
I won't lie, some nights I feel like I've been forsaken by God
victimized, plagarized like Speilberg did Amistad
unzip like Isaac Mizrahi
He who laughs last laughs best but never again is the mantra that I cry...
I spit like Ming the merciless, blissless bliss high risk piss
clench fist, the massicistic sadistic from every verse on this
Behold my serpents hair like purseus ill impossibly,
larceny, broken velocity through lightning speed viscosity
My philosophy, speak animosity keep shit in a bag like a colostomy
I'm pro you're junior varsity
If "Twelve Angry Viewers" on MTV
diss my shit I'll hunt down and kill 'em all individually
I make headlines considerably
Sorcery with no plea bargain, or jargon, or glossary
Fuck the Insane Clown Posse, of rap their making a mockery
You'll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that I've held
rockin' gold like Dennis Leary blasting assasins sent to kill me
feel me, you take notes like court stenography, you better watch me,
I take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace
More Colt 45's than Billy Dee, collecting disability
I'll shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out of artillery
While you trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don
I'm extor-tin trying to make all net like Forbes to make a for-tune
Stick that ass in phone booth's, drinking 151 proof
laughing at that bitch with a gold tooth
flicking my ashes out of a sunroof
Uncooth industry snotty and shady can't no Bible save me,
From throwing you off my tour bus like Bobby did Whitney & baby
Get with me? Maybe, but then be hunted
You ain't no killer or gangster smiling
or dancing interviewed by Teen Summit
My multi-topical written flows containing subjects that vary,
but still all relative like West Virginian's before they marry
I blind you in stereo or mono i'm deluxe while you ride econo
out of there, broke like the first host of the Vibe show
Your wives know I fuck like
Marky Mark on Boogie Nights with Guinness Stout
while famous bitches give me head with Pop Rocks in their mouths
Me dissapear? Never again, go to war with Vatican men
it'll take a whole cast of E.R. to have your ass walking again
You're an over-rated player that white fans love like DiMaggio
You off-air like Wendy Williams, out of the air like John Denver
till forever you remeber, i'm falling off? Never...
(Girl Singing)
Nunca... 4X
(Chorus)
Never can you stop my hostility
Never love my enemy
Never get me out your memory
I am never beaten lyrically
Never fear, go head & murder me
So my God will be right next to me...
(Verse 2)
I'm descending from the sky like Gabriel the arch angel
with weight of world on shoulders like Aretha Franklin's ankles
You liars, i'm tired of all your fake drug dealing tales
the only time yall see grams is when yall drink them gingerales
I hold the hammer to, your head piece flush you! like genitals
I'll battle & bring evil that'll make your priest abandon you
Through translucent fuschia zones poems, my vocal tones are dark
Catacombs that'll scatter domes with the phermones of old bones
in Germany eternally my victim hemorages internally
until the stench of decaying flesh, accompany Manson's death
If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect
enter the lung get shredded by person to person contact
But beyond that, any rappers death I'm behind that
I'll get that ass touched in any jail you do time at
In every verse ditto
My defeat, you better have more blindfolded Faith
than a kidnapped version of Biggie's widow
Kiddo, you ain't worth hospitals till im hospitable enough
to put you inside of a hospital after I smoke critical amounts of dust
Thus my mind spoke on Jedi pedestals and roasting demos
semi seminals who try to test testicles of this mc's quotables
I'll make the proudest of all Dominicans swing flags for Puerto Rico
And kill any blanco gringo reffering to Chino as chico
By summoning the smoldering murdering minister thats mastering mayhem
slaying day out & day in out'spoke'n like a dayton
Rim that be keeping 'em staggering through lyrical pattern and
traveling through my abdomen unraveling
at the speed of a javelin still reppin' Vatican
And invade like Mexican notify next to kin cats i'm invested in
Don't worship Christ, they worship the theives crucified next to him
Boys and men cringes, through poison pen syringes
these niggas couldn't be stars if they were thrown by Chinese ninjas
Chino you bring phantasm plus you G like the dwellas
and been touched by an angel like Della, me fear y'all niggas?
* released in the days before "Here to Save You All"
(send ALL QUESTIONS about this song to the typist)
[Sample] Alright. Now which one of these Puerto Ricans bloodied you?
[Shout] CHINOOO!!!
Now who makes the blood spill?
And who keeps the shits real?
(repeat 2x)
Chorus: (repeat 4x)
Chino XL!!
The high yellow blood spiller.
Verse 1:
Dark night of the blood spiller, niggas leaking from red shots
Drippin it's from the shots it's the Grim Reaper
that's when you think opportunity knocks
Now battling Chino XL your ass get's flowed !??!?!
Yo, yo, yo, hold up man, chill out, yo, yo, get this off right here
You better get away get away I think I need a shrink
I'll rip out your windpipes forever you'll lip-sync
Chino XL with the maddest baddest fattest status
?!?! pretty as a ?!?! but in the fist I can still get busy
The sight of blood it makes me horny
don't believe me then try to roll on me
Don't question my story i'm not Tywanna Brawly
Blasting me getting it out working it out like Jane Fonda
I really rip the Pope and that so fuck Sinaid O'Conner
Like Matt Cobra I flex it you ?!?! get it scizophrenic
I have to kill you muthafuckas backwards i'm dyslexic
Flowing you to a different world like Quincy Hardison please!
Leave 'em punch-drunk like Muhammad Ali, G
You be like "Yo Adrian!" mugged up like Rocky
I'm getting rid of niggas like a nigger-hating Nazi
And this is how the cops kill
when I drill your head with nails like Hellraiser
Chino XL wont go out like D.U.S.F.L.
"Your nigga Chino was a sucker back in the day" you told some reporter
Yeah and Michael Jackson got a skin disorder
I'm from the street don't play me like i'm knowledge
You can still get shot up by a nigga looking like De'Barge
Chorus
Verse 2:
Beating and bludgening you with any object that's blunt
Illest nigga I like watching elderly people fuck
I'm a famous gang rapist !??!?! like I'm Richard Lisson
Man don't try to cross me like I'm the Verezzano Bridge
Hitting niggas off like I'm from San Quintin
Getting my dick sucked
on the cover of Source magazine by Hillary Clinton
I got mad body parts scattered all over my kitchen and in my fridge
Give me a knife i'm making you squeel like a pig
Don't try to sleep on Chino XL because my dicks is ?!?!?!
I'm treating you like the President i'll smoke you but I don't inhale
Banned from MTV for what I said about Jennifer Levins case
Still my brain's twisted like Mary Butterfucco's face
Your girl's time of the month you like "You ain't all horny dummy"
But i'm the blood spiller so yo i'm thinking "Yummy yummy!"
They call me the blood spiller that don't mean my blood gets spilt
But I paint the graphic scenes of tragic deaths that gives you chills
Half Puerto Rican half black, man you don't speak Spanish
I don't speak African neither
*gun shot*
Now that's my language
My lead made your head spin like the exorcist
The good news is I shot you but the bad news is your ass lived
I can create something from nothing like a magician
I use the occult and black magic to escape from my position
They say I don't get my props my companies mistreating me
I'll answer that in a ?minute? cuz Satan keeps on beeping me
Chorus
Verse 3:
Blood! Rising like a flash flood enough to fill a bath-tub
Just check out the lines on the rug after the body's drug
Slug, since he made Smith N Wessun I give God thanks
Just ask Bruce Lee's son - "Chino never shoot blanks"
Now when I was a young......
*background sounds overwhelm the lyrics for 1 or 2 lines*
Little caligula indocked the fame but after Dracula
Though I may be booed I view Charles Manson as spectacular
I advocate domestic violence and think it's funny
Slapping up the stuck up bitch called hip-hop
cuz she fucking owe me money
And if my company tries to play me for my ?ude?
Then i get red and dead i'm leaving them dead
I'm slapping the yamika's off they head
Yo people come follow me now and I ?!!? like padding your lies
After me Satanical maniacal devil worshipping
Upside down cross pawn portion evil triple six muthafuck Heaven
Wish I was Woody Allen i'll try to molest Sonia Brevin
*I make the blood spill!* Right to my last breath
I make the blood spill til I avenge Tracy's death
Whipping you like a bitch with no tits if I get my mits on ya'
You're feeling fucked now your jaw's playing tricks on ya'
I got no love for those who saw me scar me and harm me
It's war I ain't going out like that purple dinosaur Barney
I stab you! You stab me!
We're a Waco family!
(Song intro)
(Girl talking)
Yo stop driving crazy!
(Chino)
Shut the fuck up yo! I drive...Yo word is bond, i need a sign, yo
I'm stopping right here till i get a sign
(Lightning Sounds)
(Chino)
Look at that shit! What's that nigga? Ohh shit yo! I can't believe this...
(Angel Speaks)
Chino my love, although many will come before you,
trying to be just like you, there will never be another you.
You've traveled so far to get here.
Don't allow the world to make you forget why.
Our ancestors are with you, and will lead you.
Never let your mental conquer me
(Chorus)
Never love my enemy
You could never take my history
You could never block my destiny
Never did love follow me
And I'll never return to poverty
Never fooled by Satan's jealousy
Until my heaven inherits me...
(verse 1)
I won't lie, some nights i feel like I've been forsaken by God
victimized, plagarized like Speilberg did Amistad
He who laughs last laughs best but never again is the mantra that I cry...
I spit like Ming the merciless, blissless bliss high risk piss
clench fist, the massicistic sadistic from every verse on this
Behold my serpents hair like purseus ill impossibly,
larceny, broken velocity through lightning speed viscosity
My philosophy, speak animosity keep shit in a bag like a colostomy
I'm pro you're junior varsity
If "Twelve Angry Viewers" on MTV
diss my shit I'll hunt down and kill 'em all individually
I make headlines considerably
Sorcery with no plea bargain, or jargon, or glossary
Fuck the Insane Clown Posse, of rap their making a mockery
You'll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that I've held
rockin' gold like Dennis Leary blasting assasins sent to kill me
feel me, you take notes like court stenography, you better watch me,
I take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace
More Colt 45's than Billy Dee, collecting disability
I'll shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out of artillery
While you trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don
I'm extor-tin trying to make all net like Forbes to make a for-tune
Stick that ass in phone booth's, drinking 151 proof
laughing at that bitch with a gold tooth
flicking my ashes out of a sunroof
Uncooth industry snotty and shady can't no Bible save me,
From throwing you offmy tour bus like Bobby did Whitney & baby
Get with me? Maybe, but then be hunted
You ain't no killer or gangster smiling
or dancing interviewed by Teen Summit
My multi-topical written flows containing subjects that vary,
but still all relative like West Virginian's before they marry
I blind you in stereo or mono i'm deluxe while you ride econo
out of there, broke like the first host of the Vibe show
Your wives know I fuck like
Marky Mark on Boogie Nights while Guinessed out,
while famous bitches give me head with Pop Rocks in their mouths
Me dissapear? Never again, go to war with Vatican men
it'll take a whole cast of E.R. to have your ass walking again
You're an over-rated player that white fans love like DiMaggio
You off-air like Wendy Williams, out of the air like John Denver
till forever you remeber, i'm falling off? Never...
(Girl Singing)
I'm god... 4X
(Chorus)
Never can you stop my hostility
Never love my enemy
Never get me out your memory
I am never beaten lyrically
Never fear, go head & murder me
So my God will be right next to me...
(Verse 2)
I'm descending from the sky like Gabriel the arch angel
with weight of world on shoulders like Aretha Franklin's ankles
You liars, i'm tired of all your fake drug dealing tales
the only time yall see grams is when yall drink them gingerales
I hold the hammer to, your head piece flush you! like genitals
I'll battle & bring evil that'll make your priest abandon you
Through translucent fuschia zones poems, my vocal tones are dark
Catacombs that'll scatter domes with the phermones of old bones
in Germany eternally my victim hemorages internally
until the stench of decaying flesh, accompany Manson's death
If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect
enter the lung get shredded by person to person contact
But beyond that, any rappers death I'm behind that
I'll get that ass touced in any jail you do time at
In every verse ditto
My defeat, you better have more blindfolded Faith
than a kidnapped version of Biggie's widow
Kiddo, you ain't worth hospitals till im hospitable enough
to put you inside of a hospital after i smoke critical amounts of dust
Thus my mind spoke on Jedi pedestals and roasting demos
semi seminals who try to test testicles of this mc's quotables
I'll make the proudest of all Dominicans swing flags for Puerto Rico
And kill any blanco gringo reffering to Chino as chico
By summoning the smoldering murdering minister thats mastering mayhem
slaying day out & day in out'spoke'n like a dayton
Rim that be keeping 'em staggering through lyrical pattern and
traveling through my abdomen unraveling
at the speed of a javelin still reppin' Vatican
And invade like Mexican notify next to kin cats i'm invested in
Don't worship Christ, they worship the theives crucified next to him
Poison men cringes, from poison pen syringes
these niggas couldn't be stars if they were thrown by Chinese ninjas
Chino you bring phantasm plus you G like the dwellas
and been touched by an angel like Della, me fear y'all niggas?
I take your mind and I smash it into plasma
*gasp for air* Breathe like asthma, til your just a cadaver
How fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses
My skills go back to flippin on pissy matresses
Not Subroc, I catch you out like Matlock
Now your name's in the Way Outdated Section next to Chubb Rock
It's kind of funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me
cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy
I'm All in the Family, sick like Archie Bunker, fuckin eat it
Your styles are cheesy like a uncircumcised penis
Better jet out, brother out, your R&B; I first ignore ya
Fuck Heavy D, cause "I Got Nothin But HATE For Ya"!!
I'm Chino XL, now who the fuck are you? I'm laughing
smashing you like a bottle of Zima
Oh now all of a sudden you got emphesema?
BURRNT, save that shit for rich verbatim days behind me
I'm yellow as hell, but I rip more BlackSTREET's than Teddy Riley
I'm not environmentally concious so fuck an Earth Day on my worst day
I could kill more slanted eyes than a Japanese earthquake
and in the first place, Farrah couldn't Fawcett when I lost it
Give me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted!
When I'm tipsy, cut you like Bush cut Social Security
You couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone tittie
It ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways
Chino will amaze in so many different ways, what?
[Chorus]
Fuck that *cough* when I bust that *cough*, watch this
I'm knockin niggaz out like they homosexual boxers
Now you feel like a building when the wrecking ball hits
I'M the type of nigga bitches like Brandy Wanna Be Down with
Not Howard Stern but get your temper burning, make you vomit
blood in slow motion like Tyra Banks go in Higher Learning
Enema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like Dahmer
You can't see me like the Muppet Babies grand - mama
I'm a barbed wire condom once fuckin with that you'll - holler
My flows wet shit up like Barry White's shirt - collar
And I'm smoke Bones with mad Thugs we be in Harmony
But da-na-da-da-dahh-dah, just doesn't fuckin appeal to me
Disgustin me like Greg Lougainis AIDS my style is full blown
I'm wild like a latch key kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home
Skip the silly facts is what you really lacks, your city give me daps
When Chino XL cuts you bleedin to death like hemophiliacs
Testin me is heresy I'm ill as leprosy I could make
Farrakhan grow dreads (BO BO!) and do the pepper seed
Spilling blood, similar to Exxon Valdez strike like a boa constrictor
Pain I inflict ya made ya scream like Little Richard
Battle me, no more props, no more fan mail admiration
You DIE, no time readin that for dramatization
You got your contract now you dissin me -- when you
barely own yourself like the Adams Family electricity
Bow your head in praise, the crowd sways when I hit the stage
Chino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uhh
Chorus
Projecting my East coast semen all over ya (they be cloning ya)
I'm leaving em starving like they from Cambodia (nice knowing ya)
I'm telling ya fuck your cellular fuck your SkyPager
None of that can save ya when I SLASH ya with my rusty razor
In need of dry towels, my eye scowls, White Owls I split ya
Reposing like an Arthur Ashe before and after picture
My crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks
Still representin Jersey to the fullest -- Down at Fraggle Rock!
So now I rips again; leavin rappers whimperin
Makin my impression left in ears like discarded syringe
Cinematogrophy showin slides of your autopsy, no fair
I'm turning your whole projects into Tiannamen Square
Not number five like caps bust inside of Tupac's side
Rap side, not Pharcyde, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide
You better dodge this God that's lookin like DeBarge
Disgusting like an old white woman's medicinal discharge, swingin
my fist hard, causin viral spinal menengitis, when the slightest
vinyl coincides you risk dying to my violent twist
The Tin Ma -- if I only had a heart! I wouldn't make
all y'all niggaz sit in the backseat like fuckin Rosa Parks
I represent them niggaz that make you one healthier
while you represent bad niggaz like Denzel in Philadelphia
I ruin more brothers with skills careers than Don King, yo
yo B stop the track here the phone is ringing I hear the phone ringing
*phone rings*
Yo?"Yo Chino you look so good!
I just know you gotta a big dick
I wanna fuck you so bad!"
Oh seven no one seventy the zip code I don't give a fuck
Throw an uppercut, was getting XL all fired up
worth getting your jaw all wired up?
Be a man like Me'shell N'degeocello, receive your ass-beating
I perform in front of more sellout crowds than a NAACP meeting
I'm making MC's look Dumber and Dumber like Jim Carrey
Go dig for David Cole I'm back in office like Marion Barry
My crew parleys while your girl braiding my braids
MC's are afraid in so Many Different Ways!
Chorus
"Chino was fly but too fly for me!" --> MC Lyte ('Cappucino')
[Chorus]
If our worlds collide
(It's my world)
I hope you know that one of us gon' die
(It's my world)
It won't be me cus I was born to rise
(Yo, It's my world)
So when the war I hope you on my side
(It's my world, It's my world, It's my world)
{*Repeat 2X*}
[Scratching Chino from Sway and Tech's "The Anthem"]
Chino makes the world go round...
[Scratching Nas from "Hate me Now"]
The Illest...
Blame God he blew breath in my lungs...
[Verse 1]
Don't call it a comeback...
I've been here for years
I'm like a record deal from Select ending anyone's career
But does anyone care? And did anyone dare try prepare ya?
I got the world hemmed up my daddy should've named me tailor
I'll scare ya' like I knock at the front door when the rents due
The true, lyrical O.G., shine's inevitable
Rhymes irrefutable digital decibels
Louder then Busta Rhymes wardrobe, and I've been foretold
Ain't a tough cat in your zip code, city or rural
Will I become immortal and make you a graffiti R.I.P. mural
Complete with artist rendering on how you used to be proving you're mortal
Surrendering victory to Chi
Underneath flowers and candles from your friends and family
The walls are reminded you should've never fucked with me
I take it to your f-a-c-e but don't respond
Cus I'm the big dog, the world's a fire hydrant that I piss upon
(Chorus w/ slight variations)
[Verse 2]
Yo, yeah, yo...
360 of unadulterated battle rhyme
You must be inebriated wanting to challenge mine
My distance is so accurate anytime laps cameras capture it
Tearing apart time's fabric, no exaggerate
Thirty five thousand Giga hard drives only could store half of it
That ain't the half of it, I spit the blood of Christ on a catholic
Lyrics specialist ain't this a bitch rip shit so effortless
Smoke method with Method Man being chased by thirty Methodists
Seven day adventist tempt this and try to prevent this
So I curse like the Motto leaving them praying/preying like the mantis
Perform in front of Mormons 'til they banished up in piss
Start dramas between Amish 'til they turn to Blood and Crips
Go to war with four continents make Saddam turn protestant
Bill Clinton's advisors like look at what your big mouth got us in
Give the world surgery
Resurrect ?Isaac Raveen? then mandate the extinction of all of Germany
Blanket the universe in darkness for all eternity
I'm like Vernon Jordan on the stand committing purgery
I'll resurrect Hannibal,
To show Italianos how African they are for thinking of us as animals
I'll resurrect Mussolini,
Piss in his hat and show him with all his tyranny
Armies and gases couldn't see me
Resurrect Idi Amin and Hitler
Then sit around exchanging war stories to show whose mind is sicker
And full of hatred, life ain't far cus if it was
Biggie would still be here and these wack rappers would be dead
(Chorus w/ slight variations)
[Verse 3]
[I have survived] Twenty-four years of being poor
[I have survived] My hometown claiming I wasn't raw
[I have survived] Being shot at and stabbed while on tour
[I have survived] Millions of niggas stealing my metaphors
For three years, broken down that's thirty six months
Twenty six thousand two hundred eighty hours holding a grudge
A non-vocalist drama belonging in the theatre
So raw I'm charging my reflection for rhyming in the mirror
Your flows ancient, I'm past the prehistoric stages
I flip vocal booths equipped with roll bars and cages
Temperature rise you're feeling faint when my heat fell
You wish for death like Lady Di wish she'd wore a seat belt
Seek help, May Day, S.O.S. explode
Dot dot dash... I'll beat that ass in Morse Code
Your rhyme like down syndrome
I make you limp home
For sleeping on my Puerto Rican skin tone
(Leave him alone)
And I don't give a fuck who you get...
I don't give a fuck if Jesus write your verses and Satan and God produced it
I don't give a fuck if Puff signed it
I don't give a fuck what old school rapper you getting outta retirement
I'm on my own dick like a man in solitary confinement
Release enough pollution to destroy the whole environment
Chino strikes again
Lose your hearing from my buzz
Sell CD's? Shit, I sold water to Noah during the flood
{*Repeat 2X*}
[Scratching from Sway and Tech's "The Anthem"]
Chino makes the world go round...
[Scratching Nas from]
The Illest...
[Chorus: Girl + (Chino XL)]
Girl that's a fly nigga (I told you so)
Daddy come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so)
Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Yo, I told you so)
Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Yo, check it out)
Girl that's a fly nigga (Yeah, I told you so)
Daddy come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so)
Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Bust it, I told you so)
Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo)
[Chino XL]
Multiplicty, out huntin my clones
Rap's turnin out more sweet proteges than Quincy Jones
My style pendergrass shoes: never touched the ground
My IQ so high it ain't no number it's a sound
I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest nigga to tackle
I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple
I'm so rare, battlin Chino's like Africa:
Yeah niggaz talk about it but they don't really wanna go there
I'm hooked in leather, floored never
Create more tracks than Brandy and Monica's weaves put together
This to whoever if you rhyme like a daughter of mine
You sound like me so much I think my sperm's in your water supply
With a war to survive I slaughter and mortify
Creating a torture guy be forced and falsified
And duplicated and authorised
I autograph a girl's bra, menage-a-trois
I dont want no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois
Chorus (w/ slight variations)
[Chino XL]
On everything that I love, I attack rap genres..
Fatter than Chaka Khan was
XL excederin verbal medicine sealed for tamperin
Consider me the Master P of God like Kirk Frank-lin
Shoot 'em shank 'em and burn they skin
Blast for laughs at Chino actions
Skill is a blessin you cowards could only imagine
You ain't an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man like RuPaul
Run through y'all leave y'all stiffer than Ken dolls
You wanna start friction? Play Don and King and..
.. end up gettin fucked like Ving Rhames in "Pulp Fiction"
My rhymes hot they just might trigger the sprinkler system
Like freaks that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missin
Now you gonna listen?! Or do I have to remind you?
I'll punch a hole through your chest
and give a pound to the man behind you
Killin you and the nigga that signed you like my Dad invented murder
I rhyme til it's a torture to me, exhaust like a catalytic converter
It's sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a fake one
There's so many gay rappers
they probably diss me cause I'm the straight one
Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hair
With Nick Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+
Chorus (w/ slight variations)
[Chino XL]
Yo, yo, you wanna raise up? Now that takes bravery
I house niggaz like light-skinned-ed Africans durin slavery
I detonate crazily, a bomb, military can't disable me
So loose in the cypher I got Lucifer ashamed of me
Fuck who you proclaim to be, better reconsider
Turned on wrestlin and Goldberg was like "Chino that's a big nigga"
I died a thousand deaths to possess skills such as this
With delivery like where Arabs live: in-tents/intense
Sliding in events riding inside of limos with tints
Been rhyming since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was Prince
Better run for the fence, click clack on all you rats
I shoot blindly like I'm Ray Charles with loaded gats
(Shit) The fact is, I'm one of them crazy half-black kids
Like Jesus in the army but I earn my stripes like zebras
Without the H.I.V. I'm positive you don't wanna test
I leave rappers confused like homeless cats on house arrest
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