Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can Be, artist - Chino XL. Album song RICANstruction: The Black Rosary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.09.2012
Record label: Messiah
Song language: English
Can Be |
| I know I can be |
| A little hard to deal with so I stay |
| High as I can be |
| To get through the day without screaming |
| They call me Lyrical Jesus but don’t make me get evil |
| If I put my hands on you it won’t be to heal you |
| Sometimes I’m hoping that this life is just a bad dream |
| Cause I done seen things that make a dead nigga scream |
| «Where you been at?» |
| I’m questioned by my peers |
| But even Shakespeare disappeared for seven years |
| Then returned with the greatest work that a playwrite ever did |
| So counting Chino out really is not a bright idea |
| Manuel Barbosa, meet your son |
| I’m half Chalino Sanchez, half Big Pun |
| And as a shorty they would call me Chino Action |
| Was 10 years old at Def Jam trying to battle Run |
| 11 years old in a juvenile cell |
| Lyrically already, you couldn’t tell me I wasn’t LL |
| I never failed I’m still a hell of a writing machine |
| Chino raises stakes like Van Helsing |
| I’m like the pope, kiss the ring |
| How can I be anything else with so many tendancies of a king? |
| I’m like a veteran from Vietnam |
| My mind’s numb, at time my grind shock you like electricians with sweaty palms |
| I met Gil Scott Heron on a long flight |
| He said, «Brother, you the type to make writers want to go and write.» |
| How can I leave something I do so well? |
| I’m tired, my eyes glowing red like jewels from Hell |
| The hotels, sleepless night, the need for rifle power |
| More parasites than you can see from top of Eiffel Tower |
| They say my ego put me out of history |
| I’m so conceited I’m jealous when people envy me |
| I ain’t scared to die, I’m very moody |
| Everybody gotta go sometime like jury duty |
| But why try me? |
| Even with all them Chinese kata’s who try to master you can’t tie Chi |
| No |
| Yo, you know Chino from the Wake Up Show |
| The records, I Told U So |
| And Poison Pen and classic Here To Save You All |
| You ain’t even a factor |
| So matter of fact I’mma mow your block down like I drive a John Deere tractor |
| Haters feel the threat |
| Cause the muscularity of Chino and an action figure’s anatomically correct |
| Everybody likes to rattle a lion’s cage |
| But no one wants to go in alone when his razors are displayed |
| Afraid of long scars, dim-witted as Chumlee on Pawn Stars |
| Still special like 50 Tyson’s report card |
| All this Vicodin, Jack Daniel’s and valiums |
| Bout it, blow them promos up, it’s time to drop these albums |
| If I don’t make it and I’m decomposing in a box |
| My influence lives on |
| I just won’t be there to watch |
| Say, «He was the illest when he picked up that pen.» |
| And judge me by my enemies as well as my friends |
| Gone |