Artist: Chino XL Album: RICANstruction: The Black Rosary Song: Eye Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Chino XL] I know it gets no better than this When I'm on my Detroit, New Jers', Los Angeles shit (that's it) I'll have the whole crowd pumpin they fist I'm feelin it like when we was kids It'd be bliss, if I had one wish I'd have Proof and J Dilla both back in this bitch (you're missed) You let the weed smoke flow from your chest And thank God that hip-hop exists, when I spit [Chino XL] And now back with a vengeance But you's like Oprah Winfrey with a thousand Stedmans Break you open like a crab and pickin off the dead mens Blessed makin a livin, my show's an essence havin lots of women in attendence Listenin to this murderous race or creature infectin all time itself just with my vibe persistence (yeah) Please don't try this at home Drums sound like Hannibal's elephants marchin on their way to conquerin Rome And the patrons sayin in vain givin a fuck what a hater think Wearin yo' ass like Marvin Gaye's dad when he would cross-dress and drink Leavin a residue of death and destruction in this edifice Clippin the wings off Pegasus Restlessness from the absence of a trusted mother's gentleness Cash of a stash, stick it in Burt Reynold's shit (get 'em!) Monsterous, no conscience collab'in with the ghost of rappers I've killed that death hasn't been fast enough to process yet Throwin bitches out of moving cars like Gucci Mane It's all fun and games until a Chino verse is playin I'll push her face in the desert and watch her lungs expand Fillin up with sand, shakin like radiation that's leakin from Japan Payin for my karmic debts Like Christians in the Colosseum singin while lions tearin them to shreds (crazy) It's colder than Pittsburgh, the spic's disturbed The woman whisperer, it's Mr. Disappear With Your Sister Prepare to be in the air when Gabriel's horn blows But Malakai got nothin on evil under these cornrows Your car's spinnin with chromes not of significant gold I'm guidin the flesh with the flows like Leviticus chose Your frail brittlest nose gets finished and exposed Get expo's, sittin on a Venice throne of skinnin skulls Chino's back and it's the illest situation It's like the second comin of Christ and every Latino's celebratin [Chorus] [Chino XL] Still carry them cyanide capsules We collide I'm beatin the ink out of your tattoos The bonafide Jesús, divine statue Ravenous like baboons in a bad mood with scalpels Beat a racist judge bloody with his own gavel in the study Tie him up in the bathroom, he steady tryin to make an apology (yeah) Psychology anomaly, never did it for bankroll Fuck Mayan calenders, they world can't end 'til Chino say so Keep makin my enemies' women adore me They be like, "Stop hatin on Chino and for my birthday please take me to see him performin" Homie just listen, you're respected in the end I know your eyes can only see what your mind's prepared to comprehend My pen's the solution My heart's an aquarium full of sharks dyin from pollution (get 'em!) Get in the way of me feedin my daughters You'll be leakin internal organs in alphabetical order A revolutionary predator, extra-terrestrial dangerous monster You a +Predator+ pervert and Chris Hanson oughta hunt ya (kill 'em!) Catch you I'll kill you on your city block Get really robbed for the petty blot you said on that shitty blog Have you takin off jewelry like it's burlesque Roadkill nigga, tire tracks across the bird chest You humorous, silly thinkin it's sweet until I came Paintin the front of yo' momma's house with your dead remains And the dark mythical God with physical strength that's epitomized Can push my handprints in the Walk of Fame after the cement dries My place in history's established, my quotable's acid In Heaven my name's engraving on Moses stone tablets That's your pen in my casket, I'll scribble on Hell's fabric Unlock me from +Pan's Labyrinth+ (yeah!) And whoever said you can rhyme they lied It's ugly like the maid that Schwarzenegger had a baby by on the side Got a love for hip-hop that could never be lost Even if it ignores me like the media ignored slavery and Armenian Holocaust Because I pushed the limits and pivot the spirit of the passionate primitive lyricists with progressiveness I've written serious limitless sick poetic symbolist images with no mainstream encouragements But I had the pleasure of workin with Dilla and Proof and that's enough in one life to carry on [Chorus]