| «The world is mine!»
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| «It's not too late! |
| It.»
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| Yo (let's go in!)
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| I’ll take promotions where it’s never gone
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| Murder rappers in they home, Instagram they bodies from the livin room
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| The most belligerent as genius but ignorant as killin men
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| Leavin more grievin widows than a dead Mormon polygamist can
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| The sin synonym, cinematography, try stoppin me
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| Ain’t that about a bitch like Diana Ross biography
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| Wildin out like Latin fans at the World Cup
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| Atlas like «Chino do me a favor, hold this world up!»
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| Murder my daily notion, no fear is my weird emotion
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| Straight wolf until my respiratory system barely functions
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| I’m in rare form, therefore rappers sound like they’re four
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| Spit it sick, hope you niggas took Airborne
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| I’m Puerto Rican, gas in the chamber like I’m a German
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| My flow is nappy like Tyra Banks without the weave and perm in
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| Filmin without a permit, permanent hermit
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| Degenerate, you swing a Confederate veteran flag and I’ll stab and burn it
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| A freebie, I’ll freely end your existance, Chandra Levy
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| Chances higher than Sean Kingston catchin diabetes
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| Whatever, it’s never too late for hate and controversy
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| 'til I’m in Heaven poppin pills with Brittany Murphy
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| Yeah…
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| Yo, Chino the odd spitter that’s pushin the limits of God’s perimeter
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| I’m misunderstood and feared as Islamic literature
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| Niggas bitter as balsamic vinegar, my signature’s a miniature Dillinger
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| Erasin the face of a racist senator
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| Givin lessons how to deliver intestines to delicatessens
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| With dexterity of Dexter slicin tendons
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| Holdin the world captive, my rap shit is pornographic
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| My name is suicidal like Patrick Kilpatrick
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| You not in my brackets, you can’t hack it
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| You a living oxymoron like puttin a faggot in a straitjacket
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| Warriors spill blood, prepare for coroners zippin up
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| «VDRDRDRDR!» |
| I’ll put you inside of a wood chipper!
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| No more homo jolly laughin folly textin smileys
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| Tears tattoo Chino on them when they catchin bodies
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| Make every family member inside your house cry
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| Cause you ain’t got the life expectancy of a house fly
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| YEAH! |
| …
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| Yo, Chino the driven, the wall was livin, the wrong decisions
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| Trippin, I’m artistically gifted to the point of autism
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| Slip it in war wisdom, spit rigomortis 'til the chorus shifted
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| Put you in a box stiff and then lifted by morticians
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| Your closest homie loco sippin on Four Lokos
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| Photos passed around like porno bitches morals that oral me
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| Then want me to wife 'em like they awful lifers normal, my fight is global
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| My site is more than plural, I’m sharper than any ocean’s coral
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| It’s like I found a portal to another time my mind’s beyond
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| You dumber than Dream cheatin on Christina Milian
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| They say I’m too strong and I take advantage
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| Beat you 'til my hands is lookin like a KFC double down sandwich!
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| Damage your brain, hematomas and teeth missin
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| Listen, when I’m spittin best to wear a cage on your face like you’re fencin
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| It’s the end of days but not too late to be a casualty
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| I’m known for iron bars, that’s why they named a jail after me
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| Toma… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Not Too L8te , by - Chino XL. Song from the album RICANstruction: The Black Rosary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп