(feat. Chino XL, DJ Craze, DJ Infamous, DJ Melo-D)



[Chino XL]

Chino XL......I Told You So.. Yo

In my direction I'm daring any MC to spit

With DJ Craze on some world champion shit

Engaging in battle more than Xena The Warrior Princess

Appearing on TV more than trailor trash on programs on incest

Plus ambidexturous drilling like cheap whores from a dentist

Legends similar to God's blessed but murderous

This verbalist Chino is raw

But mentally unbalanced like -(Big Pun)- and Snoop Dogg on a see-saw



[scratching by DJ Craze]



[Chino XL]

I'm known for sending wannabe thugs into they next life

Hanging they scalps on my walls

Pirates sailing the high seas battled in many wars

Scars revealing fights to the finish

Opponents disfigurment ?!?! is riding with Infamous

DJ extraordinare soon to be millionaire

Spinning the wax classics masterful in the speakers thats blasted

Rapping in plastic ship is spin half an Andrew Jackson

And hear DJ Infamous rippin the mixer mad shit

My skills mastered, i've outlasted

You'd think I was from Atlanta how many rappers I've OutKast-ed



[scratching by DJ Infamous]



[Chino XL]

Yo yo yo

It's damn near offending me daring to oppose DJ Melo-D

Top of thermometer bust untouchable like mercury

Be like a Jackson family reunion you'll see so much plastic surgery

Fuck worms ?!? lie buried to me

Hotter than curry on 92.3, Chino wild out on DJ Rev's CD

DJ Melo-D and Nemesis 

cut DJ's lives shorter than that afro on Jada Pinkett Smith

His skills are authorized; leave other DJ's salty 

like that little girl with the umbrella on the Morton's box

Blowing all the spots I trust ya

And Chino don't need a video rental card to +Block+ a +buster+

Watch out when I got the shotty in my hand

Leave you dead like Will, bet you every chamber we land

DJ Melo-D spins while Chino rips

Don't even look in our direction like a solar eclipse

Bitch



[scratching by DJ Melo-D]



[Chino XL]

The Revolution! Starts with one act of defiance

My mic murders mythical as pyramids built by Mians

Or Aztecan warriors huntin you, Chino spit mercilous

You falling down off of the beat like Silk The Shocker versus

His purses' is being snatched when DJ Rev hits the wheels

From music it's the closest to how an ass-kicking feels

Or 35 pit-bulls chasing you biting your heels

I got the vocal sickness Kovorkian wouldn't kill

Live or on tapes or reels Rev's revolvin for real

You need him in your life like Asian women need birth-control pills

Rappers no frills and get shitted on

"K-Mart Mustard" MC's claiming that they "Grey Poupon"

It's Rev's track that Lyrical Jesus' on

I survived the plane crash and held the mic with a prosthesis arm

I harm and play cartoon DJ's like Pokemon

For screaming that they hot when they mixes ain't even warm



[scratching and mixing by DJ Revolution til end]