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you know, how I always do, Chino XL,
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with the skills thats tried and true, Chino XL
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after all that I been through, Chino XL,
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Violate me, I'll murder you, Chino XL
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(Verse 1)
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These rappers don't want it with big Chino XL
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I'll kick em in there necks and watch their bruised jaw swell
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But all hail the last verbal murderer left, I'm certain death
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Refer to me as less, but do it under their breath
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Cause I be hearin the theft in they rhymes that they said
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But when I see em they bowin down like they bout to give me head
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I'm upset, yo lets get it on,
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Birds fly upside down over ya head, cause you ain't worth shittin on
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Hard you on the radio, what would I change
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The station when its on, I call the DJ and complain
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Its a shame, your recording all wrong
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You made a 3 minute song, thats 3 minutes too long
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Got flex droppin a bomb for the king of metaphors
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Remember they ain't stop makin guns after they made yours
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Y'all shittin in y'alls drawers, wonderin if I'ma diss 'em listen
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My rhymes tight when I piss it be whistlin
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Your decision that testin my expertism in combat,
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I'll expose that your not real like the "Blair Witch Project"
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As far as that album you dropped, I ain't feelin it
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I wouldn't buy your record if it had a hundred dollar bill in it...
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I'm killin it
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(Verse 2)
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Scream what the chorus is at live performances
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I be so high I be mistaking the whole front row for stewardesses
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I proved who the rawest is as time passes
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And fuck smoking weed, I'm smokin Bob Marley's ashes
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Let me introduce you to that yellow nigga illin,
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Breakin sky scraper rappers down to they tenement buildings
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Not respecting opinions or feelings, stop crying like women
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You know you non-violent as Martin Luther King's sittings
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Head spinnin, lieutenant, menace, don't listen
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But me knee deep in the blood of your crew and your children
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Your neck stiffens, forget riffing, when you see me
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None of my gunshots are sound effect CD's
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Emcee's talkin bout how they spit, and they shit
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I do every bodily function on a nigga when I rip
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My format pushes your entire crew into the floor mat
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You'll be needin pet cemetary to try and bring ya dogs back
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(Verse 3)
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Still floss on the daily, out of the ordinary
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Surviving drunk driving with Halle Berry
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The wildest of any emcees, I'm hostile and irresponsible,
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The ill tonsil Chino XL the stench of God's nostril
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Collosal with the gothic, gospel goodwill,
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Win awards and thank XL for making all things possible,
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Philosophical thug till I stop breathin,
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I'm so ahead of my time, my parents still are in diapers and teething
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Jesus' tears couldn't dampin me, horses can barely trample me
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You bit me so hard, why ain't you just sample me
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Chino XL's the wrong one to violate, primate
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I don't even speak english, I speak hate
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I cheat fate and move death closer, Derek Barbosa
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I beat Macy Gray to death with Erykah Badu's poster
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The new chocha that I hit on top of Luke's sofa
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I'm her new owner, shes pickin me up in Huge's rover,
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Chino dissed me, rappers whine,
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To disrespect you, I would had to have respect for you at one time,
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I never did, and don't care, so come up on air
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Put your money where your mouth is, make my crotch a millionaire
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Air fair, exotic vacations,
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Bought my mom so many minks animal activist plot my assasination
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I'm rockin from aggravation, shit on any compilation
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Amazin with rhymes wrote while the president was Ronald Reagan
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Chino XL
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