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(Verse 1: Chino XL)
Direct from king fields! I`m glowing in darkness cats with spell will tell your people That there seems a crucifixion and my ouija board spells certain death You contradict you can`t do shit your fucking song`s joke The only video you could make is if you robbed a liquor store All right... niggas done got me started up Now it`s time for you to duck You get stuck better run And check your blood when I run amuck Punching `em straight to your face Putting that ass in a neck brace My shotty`s wettin` your body up Wetter than Michael Jackson`s pillow case I get props, you give head, I get pussy hole... I got more jim hats than there`s hats in five five soul You hackle me, you funny You need to be in Def Comedy Jam Cus I am ??? like natives fear quicksand I`m smoking you with my burner I`m rippin` that ass like Tina Turner My feelings all right! I wanna be like Ike! Here is the savage marriage when I damage Like plaster or parrish You`d be in your hotel room catching a heart attack like Robin Harris So, bring all the static to me that you could find A prison is in my mind My mental is out of it I`d be on that ass like Tyson at a beauty pageant Assassinating you like you John Lennon and watch you beg You popped a lot of lip but can`t do shit like Curtis Mayfield`s leg... (Chorus - Repeat 2X) Every joint I rock, Every line you hear, Baby I don`t care, People everywhere... Hands in the air! (Verse 2: Chino XL) It`s getting real hard to control all the powers I posses see Who do I worship? My mind state is ??? to emergency I made a Rabbi Need a glass eye Just cus he passed by Bringing more hell nights than Omega Sci-fi I`m cutting you deep as I can You bled but I need a deeper shade Won`t catch me wearing no red ribbons I`m glad when faggots catch the AIDS I`m losing my religion while you burn on a crooked cross Leaving mothafuckers broken up like Main Source Keepin` it strange, I got deranged Powers, rock for mad hours Kicking pregnant bitches in the stomach at baby showers Spreading the word of Revelation scattered all over the wrecks I got more lyrics than projects got bricks on the street Showing and proving this world ain`t big enough for one of me You`ll be like, "Elizabeth - I`m coming to join you honey!" Nothing is sacred when the rebel in yellow will be Like mother Teresa selling anal sex on 42nd street June 25th that ain`t no myth that you can tamper with Which is hell, they should`ve nailed Jesus ass to a handprint Altruism is your bible, your first name is "Into The Pit" This is my body, this is my bread and all that other shit I smother shit, blood comets at the purple hand I`m not a fan So deep in the dark with the Art you can`t understand so I shot a man... What yo` God got to do with me?... I`m not tryin` to hear that, see... (Chorus - Repeat 2X`s) Every joint I rock, Every line you hear, Baby I don`t care, People everywhere... Hands in the air! (Sample from Redman) Throw your hands in the air! (Repeat 6x`s) (Verse 3: Chino XL) Now as I sit in the midst of a pit, piss this By the same lame game and the reign I`m an anarchist Black to the graveyard, vultures circle your head Keeps it going on, `til the break of P.M. Dawn You`re gonna crawl when I stroll, my name`s on your wall in blood Bringing more `Weird Science` than Anthony Michael Hall Buckshot, you`re quoted like I`m Amy Fischer the war`s on I`m sending my competition to hell with gasoline draws on Chino, it must be, better not, trust me... I`m dropping more satanic verses than Simon Rusty Know my name cus I kill Slappin` your mama outta high heels Battle me? Little nigga, first go get training wheels Ex-girlfriends talking shit, ripping my stickers, now retire Baby pictures on my tip you`d think my dick was a pacifier Burning them down like Watts, stab you in your crotch Stop and drop Fuck watching my video nigga, check me out on cops I kill like that, I kill like that, I kill like that, I kill like that... (da da da, da da da) I`m always strapped, worthless in a world that won`t change I could catch a body in a ?wiffle? board (Chorus - Repeat 4x`s) Every joint I rock, Every line you hear, Baby I don`t care, People everywhere... Hands in the air! (Repeat 6x`s) Hands in the air...
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