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Your molecules are now in motion
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Hypnotic effect
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So check the way you move
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on your complexes
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Inferiority complex
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I got you carrying glocks and tecs
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And got you feeling hesitant
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to step on stage and represent
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It's your complex that rips and wrecks your confidence
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Creates paranoias inside of your mind when you rhyme
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The term Chino's Latin
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But I got black soul
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Flows I creates "Unforgettable" like Nat King Cole
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Bulletholes through the shields of your Landcruiser (your click)
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My click is stoned like they eyes gazed upon Medusa
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Makin this picture clearer
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It gets weirder than incest
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Knowledge my name, I'm on a different plane like Herve Villachez
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Getting the people hyped like Monday Night at the Improv
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Dive in Ricki's Lake plus I Rush like Limbaugh (hey)
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I will detach your limbs, there ain't no wins if you test mine
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You won't be coming back again like Sinbad's sitcom
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I think they wanna battle
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You blew up like Roseanne's belly
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Your style's too old to do me like Aaliyah and R. Kelly
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Fear and superstition could get iller than circumcision
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And things could get more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin
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My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin
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Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous combustion (kill all my)
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Kill all my complexes make any crowd scream and yell
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Oppose and catch a bullet in your back like Philip Pannell
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It's your complex that makes you buy a fake Rolex
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To impress the next big butt big breast like it's a contest
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Materialistic complex, I make you worship an Ac' or Lex'
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Now that you're feel inadequate you're cashin checks for sex
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But see, I'm from a small town called (bitch please)
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so don't seize the thought
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Now see she's caught, go see your daddy for child support
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Your complex it got your mind inside a group home
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I got you puttin that suit on
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Fuck them crabs you spend your loot on
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Euphorically, categorically, Chino rips shit historically
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*inhale*
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Puff you like sensi, rob your shit like Jodeci
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Better hope your girl don't notice me
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You was a platinum artist 'til the complex got into ya
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But I spread new rap styles like prostitutes spread chlamydia
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Grammy nominee, wit yaself you ain't in harmony
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Now I'm hearing you wanna bring it on to me
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Fresh off your tour you don't want no verbal war
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Better stay in your Lexus
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I was creating metaphors this morning while you were selecting
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which credit card to pay for that bitch's breakfast with
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Your car is painted like the Sistine Chapel
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But you still couldn't get a piece of that bitch's ass
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if you had a scalpel
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I'm rough as HELL, CRUSH YOUR CREW, turn you into beetles
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Eat a porcupine, PUH, spit out the needles
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Bzzz bzzz, my shit is fly you can ask anyone
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I'm not MTV so I can leave you Dead at 21
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People stand amazed (how could you go on a killing craze)
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Cause my heart is blacker than the cotton fields in the slavery days
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Fuck friends long as a bitch bends (Benz) like Mercedes
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Invade your mental like U.S. troops invaded Haiti's
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Ladies, that are Latin be lovin me more than Desi Arnez but
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My voice be aggravatin bitches like Rosie Perez SO
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I breaks a virgin's hymen open like the seventh seal
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"I'm givin them, somethin, they, can feel"
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I explore a woman's vaginal region like Lewis and Clark (please
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douche)
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I might decide to eat the bush like Sandra Bernhardt
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Now even the Japanese girls wanna blow me like I'm Sony
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But like Mike and that Presley bitch, the relationship is phony
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(phony)
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So baby we can do it, take your time, do it right
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The whole game's like Richie Valens it should never take flight
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(uh-huh)
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I don't need gold singles to purchase phallic symbols
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I keep my Queen, you keep chasin materialistic bitches, yo
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Wreckin this it's your complex
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they got you feelin mad depressed
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You can't rest, from the stress
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wondering what they gonna do next
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Your complex is the wall they got your back up against
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Intense pressure got you feelin like without em you just worthless
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The term Chino
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Goes synonymous with corpses flipped
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But never celebrated like Hanukkah in Auschwitz
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My complex flips
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Where'd he get that vain kind of mindframe?
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Cause I've been rippin this way since MC's was just a labor pain
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Underground for far too long but now I will be surfacin
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Spray from my brain on the train -- like Colin Ferguson
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They say I go too far but pop radio playin me
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Like FCC stands for -- Fuckin Chino's Crazy
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But I make TLC stand for They Love Chino when I terrify
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You'll never eat Chili cuz I'm an arsonist like Left-Eye
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But I can't forget I, heard you say you'll leave me deceased, PLEASE
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That's famous last words like the I Have a Dream speech
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Beats fat like Melodie sweet like Bellamy
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You're gellin me more than niggaz at PMD shows be yellin for E
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They try to diss cuz I don't have that, I have this (chances are)
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They tryin to make me soft like Johnny Mathis
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Fuck strike a nerve, I massacre strike a main vein
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One line from my brain could turn Bar Mitzvah's into Soul Train
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"But I'm still standin", keepin straight
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And marijuana helped me to escape like it was Al Cowlings
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Still rippin shit, no videos and no Source ad
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I live the type of life that could make Hammer say It's All Bad
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(hahahaha)
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Put it on, one class of car that I can afford has not been built
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I can't afford cookies, that's even though I'm labelmates with Milk
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It's like Wayne's World cuz they say that "I'm not worthy!"
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My company is fuckin me like Arsenio does Eddie Murphy
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Industry kills, I go for the throat
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I treat you all like Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston's marriage-
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One big joke
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It's your complex that got your carryin glocks and tecs
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It's your complex that got you cashin checks for sex
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It's your complex why you scared of what I'm gonna say next
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Chino X, ninety-five ninety-six no complex
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No Complex
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| Chino XL |
