[Chino XL:]

Momma don't want me to be a rapper no more

She want me to be an actor plus an entrepreneur

I'm still raw, make your dog need a chiropractor

Biggest balls, most courage that this game's ever saw

[BLAM] Now who want it with Conan, no man

Find yourself in soft sand 'til your glands

with no chance floatin in oceans with no hands

With plans to land abortions on grown men

Distortion got my name blown out of proportion

Been forced into fame ever since I was orphaned

Awesome, 'til I'm in my coffin dressed up

Bullets screamin like seven babies that's left in a dumpster

Niggaz murdered over music, at the funerals

The priest that knows of these beefs, and to sermon

When I see y'all niggaz back in a minute, my anger infinite eternally

And love Jesus so much?  Meet him personally

I'll make a nigga Crip-walk naturally

Make him do Rock's People Eyebrow permanently

Only fuck with a woman if it benefit me

Ex and amphetamine fiend, energy like I took 20 Xanadrine

Serene, verbal marine, curdle your dream

Disgusting like +Ed Gaine+, bury ya team

Burial things, screaming lyrics filthy

Seething spirits tell me to spit shit, even if it kills me



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(Yo) In the event somebody ends me

Bury my pen by my side (that's right)

Maybe then the world is gonna feel me

Tell my little girls not to cry (don't cry baby)

My dreams told me to quit music

Too many pray for my demise

But even if it costs, my life

I'll al-ways write (even if it kills me)



[Chino XL:]

Cowards pull tools but scared to take shots

Expected to die soon like Michael J. Fox

Take rocks then flip 'em, avoidin incarceration

in a bathroom cuttin coke on a baby-changin station

Whole generation of rappers I wanna erase, they fake

I'll drink a gallon of gas, piss right in they fuckin face

They won't admit they bit, I ain't even 30 yet I'ma rip

'til I'm shriveled up like Jack {?} Schmitt

You ain't about shit, bring any MC I'll joust it

No need for Viagra, your album leave me bored stiff

Born sick, stickin a dick to Kimora Simmons

Could cure Pam Anderson V.D. how much my penicillin/pen-is-illin

I said it's illin, instead of stealin was feelin aight

'til my rhyme came to life and tried to murder me last night (oh shit)

Woke up feverish, what I write ain't for the squeamish

In fact, you my +Target+ like where broke niggaz buy they sneakers at



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[Chino XL:]

Yo, I'm constantly consulted by the inventors of Scrabble

I hassle, cause I no longer battle, I baffle

I'll smash you, make you look ridiculous

like that homo Justin from American Idol's blond afro

Meticulous, Barbosa the Barbarian, a livin statue

Emotionless, dosed up off PCP capsules

Conquering, capture the castle, angry Viking, I'm massive

Comin with 80 thousand niggaz ridin on camels

Relying on sandles, the light source; moon, sun and candles

In a cave I witnessed the writing of the Book of Matthew

Waiting to make the Pearly Gates

Fuck 22's, I'll put you in a wheelchair, you'll be on 38's

Coming on high horse, you'll leave with the Red Cross

Draped in a red cloth, of course

My Puerto Rican family consider me the only Latin MC

with the ability to pick it up where Pun left off

Legendary shoes to fit, but I'm an M-F

And if you anger the mammoth, you will not see another sabbath

You vanish, fuck the dead necrophilia

Scholars collectin Chino's saliva for memorabilia



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