| Why you rhymin like you killin' niggas
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| You ain’t never feel a trigga
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| Screamin that you real but y’all still beginners
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| I make examples out you ample rappers
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| Smack you make you trample backwards
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| Catch you fallin' flat than strap you back in pampers
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| That’s a sample just to let you know
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| Test me and invest in souls
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| Specially on some flesh meat, never left on skulls
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| No supposin' holding grudges you’ll be holdin crutches
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| Motherfuckers blastin' me that’s blasphamy, I’m old to roughage
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| Who’s the toughest as rough as they come
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| I’ll snuff 'em anyone of ya bluffin'
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| My name ain’t Punisher for nothing
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| Keep huffin' and puffin', I blow your face in
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| When me and Seis and my ace in the hole lyrical assassin be Triple Seis and
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| Chasing popo outta puerto town
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| Loco til I part the ground
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| In my coffin, tossed in, to the lost and found
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| Down and deep beneath the weather in my leather jae
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| Six feet forever, half asleep Bronx niggas never die
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| The king
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| «The term Chino’s Latin
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| But I got black soul
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| Flows I creates „Unforgettable“ like Nat King Cole»
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| The king
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| «I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
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| Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I’m blacker than Cole
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| Like Nat King»
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| Two of the illest that you’ve ever seen
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| True Puerto Rican kings
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| Big Pun in Heaven making angels sing
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| (The king)
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| Chino is still in the physical
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| Making your name ring
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| This collaboration is biblical, mythical, insane
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| Feeling the pain of any latin artist we brought change
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| Before the game was even called a game in the harshest rein
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| These two talented Tieno monsters maintain
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| Chino and Big Pun, a true lyricist dream
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| (The king)
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| Capital X, capital L
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| Slapping the veil over your grill
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| Slapping the world
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| I was found in a church well
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| Charred body smell going up your nostril
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| Burn myself with lit cigarettes
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| Practicing for fires in Hell
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| Still can’t believe Christopher Rios is gone
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| I feel like beating these wack niggas to death with Big Punister’s tombstone
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| Something sacred, pumping hatred, nothing shaken
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| Conversations how insatiable, villainous, untasteful impatient
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| Abrasive abusive like Gary Busey carry an uzi
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| Rubies and Kool G
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| Chewy and Goochie
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| Angry and moody
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| My life’s a horror movie
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| Y’all don’t move me, go 'head shoot me
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| Murder malicious, you sleep with fishes, slice ya to sushi
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| I would’ve thrown Fred Astaire down a flight of stairs
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| I’m ghetto as having a fly strip for a chandelier
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| Eeeeh
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| Then dying, better stand clear
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| I’m Will.i.am to Wyclef, had a dredded beginning career
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| So Shakira Shakira feel the fear of God
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| I spit it hard in the fog
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| Flow is odd, my mic’s religious as a synagogue
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| There’s a lot at risk
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| Open your lungs like Primatene Mist
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| Spit it numb my lips like I sniffed a ton of Vicks
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| I’m from a bottomless abyss
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| Where the white kid exist
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| Of a rifle that’s fair
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| Shooting out cares till my hands is breaking off at the wrist
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| My hate is outta order
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| Slaughter, but visual as drag queen pictures of Oscar Dela Hoya
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| The king
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| «The term Chino’s Latin
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| But I got black soul
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| Flows I creates „Unforgettable“ like Nat King Cole» — 'No Complex' Chino XL
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| The king
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| «I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull
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| Master the flow, niggas be swearin I’m blacker than coal/Cole
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| Like Nat King» — «Dream Shatter» — Big Pun
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| Two of the illest that you’ve ever seen
|
| True Puerto Rican kings
|
| Big Pun in Heaven making angels sing
|
| (The king)
|
| Chino is still in the physical
|
| Making your name ring
|
| This collaboration is biblical, mythical, insane
|
| Feeling the pain of any latin artist we brought change
|
| Before the game was even called a game in the harshest rein
|
| These two talented Tieno monsters maintain
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| Chino and Big Pun, a true lyricist dream
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| (The king) |