| I’m known for murking a nigga at random
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| Get out a Dodge like I’m car jacking you for your Magnum
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| I walk around like I’ve got an S on my chest
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| Sick Side or New West, my minds on chronic and fess
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| God in the flesh, Bambaataa knew best
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| A nine year old Chino XL, Zulu Nation spitting fire from lips
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| I try to relax, I fly the Hawaii Pearl Harbor monuments
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| With eighty Asian friends and ride for the Japs
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| I’ll die and collapse, rather than not splurge a weird word
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| Perfect perverted spitting sick cause I’m allergic to cats
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| Messiah murderous David Berkowitz, David Koresh
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| That’s ill as it gets, my life is a mess I’m waiting for death
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| Speak pain til the monitors crack, my sonogram was black
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| You scared like you in the Barrio with Swastika tats
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| My defeat is like an impossible task you embarr-ass
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| Like it’s Father’s Day and you Omarion’s dad
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| Chino is careless spitting on that lyrical shit
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| Angry like KRS when he found out Scott La Rock was dead
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| I’m fearless, I’d rather enlist in a war
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| Instead of listening to this party like a rock star bullshit
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| My brain should be taken apart piece by piece
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| So no other man can become the same kind of beast
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| Though in times of famine cannibalism often increase
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| Off the leash, shots of Thorazine will only increase
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| I put blood all up inside of the crease of your Khaki suit
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| They say for an animal my attack’s very tactical
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| The Puerto Rican superhero does his thing
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| I hate the police so much I’d probably assassinate Sting
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| My System of a Down Rages Against the Machine
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| Tie you up in a Slipknot and hold Alice In Chains inside her dreams
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| Higher than the price of gasoline, God without Zilla
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| Bleeding kerosene and your the soldier that I’m conquering
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| I move like Stalin, sovereign in serene
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| While the governments stocking and doctoring
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| I’m rocking my following
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| Eye sockets are hollowing could Rob a Zombie for Halloween
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| Drop me in the sea and watch me out breathe a submarine
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| I was born mean it ain’t even a case
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| I fly to Canada to ask Cline Dion why the long face
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| The rap game want me to vanish without a trace bitches
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| I stack their bodies up like Thanksgiving Day dishes
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| Lock me down in a basement of Folsom
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| With just a pen and notebook believe me I would exist all by my lonesome
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| 'I Will Survive' careful the song’s approaching
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| Writing the poison potion smiling cause your murder’s already in motion
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| I have no emotion like I’m a Vulcan like an Egyptian sultan
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| Every word that I have spoken should be quoted
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| My lyrics revolting but thoughts provoking
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| Enemies proceed with caution
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| You’ll be up to your knees in beef you can’t walk in
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| Assassin stalking my shadow, channels and clothes
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| While I’m sparking a fortune in grass that grows like it’s a source of protein
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| I promised my fans I would never soften, even dead in coffins
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| Waiting to morph and to reincarnate in abortion
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| Even the deepest thoughts that I might find myself all lost in
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| I make sure I force myself into writing some more shit
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| It’s kind of awkward
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| What I brought the planet, anything can happen
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| No laughing like Mariah’s marriage to Nick Cannon
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| My lyric blessings draw a lot of questions
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| One day in the booth of confession I was accused of the Devil’s friendship
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| Cause it’s hard for human acceptance, I leave such huge impressions
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| They do Chino impressions like ventriloquist magicians
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| Your album’s intermission now that I’m put in position
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| Your bulletins mention you quittin' from Lyric Jesus writtens
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| Divine intervention, my ascension, the high intention
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| Will rival the Bible’s religion or Chris Benoit tripping
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| Stronger mastery of words than the Earth had intended
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| Ill as lesbian stripping leaving their children unattended
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| My Poison Penmanship blemishes so called menaces
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| Since Genesis been sicker than six exorcist apprentices
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| I’ve been restricted, a victim of wicked censorship
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| I’m hoping God ain’t offended and heard the curse of my descendants
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| I’m out for vengeance, you don’t think that could stop me do you
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| I could go on forever like Googling the word Google
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| So put an X on the part of my mind that writes the words
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| Cause that’s the known murder capital of the rap world
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| Claiming you thorough but don’t want no drama
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| Or say you wanna fight but then they first in flight like North Carolina
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| You living off one rhyme than people consider good
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| A lucky punch like that kid claiming that he knocked out Suge
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| I tried to reach you for years, I’m finally getting a look
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| I’m fighting for a chance like a fetus at Planned Parenthood
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| I ain’t stingy I give it to anyone that wants some
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| Catch you at your label luncheon, squeezing 'til the gun malfunctions
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| Now you dying from living off assumptions
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| Shaking like a dancer clumping, beat you like a Crip or Blood that getting
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| jumped in
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| Straight out a dungeon, revenge I’m lustin'
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| Training like Rocky to fight the Russian
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| The shiny Chinese food is getting is dim sum
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| I got the world wild and mad cause I took a Valium
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| And wrote Dr Dre’s whole Detox album |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 90 Bars of Intervention , by - Chino XL. Song from the album RICANstruction: The Black Rosary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп