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(Song intro)
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(Girl talking)
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Yo stop driving crazy!
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(Chino)
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Shut the fuck up yo! I drive...Yo word is bond i need a sign yo
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I'm stopping right here till i get a sign
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(Lightning Sounds)
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(Chino)
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Look at that shit! What's that nigga? Ohh shit yo! I can't believe this...
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(Angel Speaks)
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Chino my love although many will come before you
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trying to be just like you there will never be another you.
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You've traveled so far to get here.
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Don't allow the world to make you forget why.
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Our ancestors are with you, and will lead you.
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Never let your mental conquer me
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(Chorus)
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Never love my enemy
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You could never take my history
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You could never block my destiny
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Never did love follow me
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And i'll never return to poverty
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Never fooled by satan's jealousy
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Until my heaven inherits me...
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(verse 1)
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I won't lie, some nights i feel like i've been forsaken by God,
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victimized, plagarized like Speilberg did Amistad,
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He who laughs last laughs best but never again is the montra that I cry...
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I spit like Ming the merciless, blissless bliss high risk piss
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clench fist, the massicistic sadistic from every verse on this
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Behold my serpents hair like purseus ill impossibly,
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larceny, broken velocity through lightning speed viscosity
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My philosophy, speak animosity keep shit in a bag like a colostimy
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im pro you're junior varsity,
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If twelve angry of you was on MTV
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dis my shit i'll hunt down and kill 'em all individually,
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I make headlines considerably,
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Sorcery with no plea bargain, or glossary,
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Fuck the Insane Clown Posse, of rap their making a mockery
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You'll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that i've held
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rockin' gold like Dennis Leary blasting assasins sent to kill me
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feel me, you take notes like court stenography, you better watch me,
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I take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace
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More Colt 45's than Billy Dee, collecting disability
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I'll shoot out with Bill & Hillary, still won't run out of artillery
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While you trying to make all net like Iver-son or Jor-don
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I'm extor-tin trying to make all net like Forbes the mega for-tune
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Stick that ass in phone booth's, drinking 151 proof,
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laughing at that bitch with a gold tooth,
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flicking my ashes out of a sunroof
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Uncooth industry snotty and shady can't no Bible save me,
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From throwing you offmy tour bus like Bobby did Whitney & baby
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Get with me? Maybe, but then be hunted
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You ain't no killer or gangster smiling
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or dancing interviewed by Teen Summit
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My multi-topical written flows containing subjects that vary,
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but still all relative like West Virginian's before they marry
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I blind you in stereo or mono i'm deluxe while you ride econo
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out of there, broke like the first host of the Vibe show
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Your wives know I fuck like
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Marky Mark on Boogie Nights while Guinessed out,
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while famous bitches give me head with Pop Rocks in their mouths
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Me dissapear? Never again, go to war with Vattican men,
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it'll take a whole cast of yall to have your ass walking again
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You're an over-rated player that white fans love like DiMaggio
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You off-air like Wendy Williams, out of the air like John Denver
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till forever you remeber, i'm falling off? Never...
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(Girl Singing)
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I'm god... 4X
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(Chorus)
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Never can you stop my hostility
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Never love my enemy
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Never get me out your memory
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I am never beaten lyrically
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Never fear, go head & murder me
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So my God will be right next to me...
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(Verse 2)
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I'm descending from the sky like Gabriel the arch angel
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with weight of world on shoulders like Aretha Franklin's ankles
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You liars, i'm tired of all your fake drug dealing tales
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the only time yall see grams is when yall drink them gingerales
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I hold the hammer to, your head piece flush you! like genitals
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I'll battle & bring evil that'll make your priest abandon you
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Through translucent fuschia zones poems, my vocal tones are dark
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Catacombs that'll scatter domes with the phermones of old bones
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in Germany eternally my victim hemorages internally
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untill the scent of decaying flesh, accompany Manson's death
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If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect
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enter the lung get shredded by person to person contact
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But beyond that, any rappers death i'm behind that
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I'll get that ass touced in any jail you do time at
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In every verse ditto,
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my defeat you better have more blind folded fate
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than the kidnaped version of pinky's widow
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Kiddo, you ain't worth hospitals till im hospitable enough
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to put you inside of a hospital after i smoke critical amounts of dust
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Thus my mind spoke on Jedi pedestals and roasting demos
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semi seminals who try to test testicles of this mc's quotables
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I'll make the proudest of all Dominicans swing flags for Puerto Rico
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And kill any blanco gringo reffering to Chino as chico
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By summoning the smoldering murdering minister thats mastering mayhem
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slaying day out & day in out'spoke'n like a dayton
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Rim that be keeping 'em staggering through lyrical pattern &
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traveling through my abdomen unraveling
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at the speed of a javelin still reppin' Vatican
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And invade like Mexican notify next to kin cats i'm invested in
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Don't worship Christ, they worship the theives crucified next to him
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Poison men cringes, from poison pen syringes
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these niggas couldn't be stars if they were thrown by Chinese ninjas
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Chino you bring phantasm plus you G like the dwellas
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and been touched by an angel like Della, me fear yall niggas? Never...
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Never
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| Chino XL |
