| I just can’t…I just can’t let niggas*
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| I can’t let motherfuckers take this from me man
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| This is what I got. |
| This is all I got
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| It’s a blessing. |
| It’s all I got
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| I think about it 23 hours a day
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| And beg God for revenge every night when I pray
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| You left me for dead, the only thing that I can say
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| Did I seem like a nigga that would just go away!?!
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| Nahh!
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| It’s time to even the odds
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| Chino’s sick, accepting all get well cards
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| Most under rated lyric artist, that’s him
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| I walk on water, haters claim it’s cause I can’t swim
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| I’m the illest
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| When not allowed to prove
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| I ain’t tasteless, like my tongue is surgically removed
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| So I’m gonna take my last breath
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| The entire English language got together and had sentenced me to death
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| Chino the barbarian, that Puerto Rican rhyme slayer
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| You get Slashed like Guns N Rose’s guitar player
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| You should be afraid of me, I’m here to take your fans
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| But they agree you couldn’t be my hype man’s hype man
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| I spit it sharp as a needle since the leaders were leadin'
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| I get even stevens leavin’lots of Starvin’Marvin’s bleedin'
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| You receivin’a secret they keepin’deep in the basement
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| Beneath Chino the demon screamin’beatin’up Mother Nature
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| Written scriptures, givin’you visions that’s damn near religious
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| It’s wicked and mystic and twisted as covens of witches
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| Ridiculous is how my Heckler &Koch pop you where your ribs is
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| The murder scene will be grizzly… bear/bare witness
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| Primitive, medieval, barely literate, savage
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| 'Defeat Chino’is an oxymoron like 'happy marriage'
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| I allow churches to be all around
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| My neighbors tired of people worshipin’outside of my house
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| You’ve never known a man that thinks like this one before
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| You’ve never known a man that thinks like this one before
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| The days of your life, all the years you’ve been born
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| You’ve never known a man that thinks like this one before
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| Nahh!
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| I think about it 23 hours a day
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| And beg God for revenge every night when I pray
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| You left me for dead, the only thing that I can say
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| Did I seem like a nigga that would just go away!?!
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| Nahh!
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| Entertainers names and lines, I started those
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| Big Chino, created from God’s particles
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| The flows from my abdominal is abominable
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| Non vonerable, part animal, dark paranormal like ghost
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| «Man I hate these rappers, why don’t you off 'em"I hear it often
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| When I’m gone son they won’t be worth a splinter in my coffin
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| Once I auction off my crown of thorns, there’s no more
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| Me fall off is the reason they invented the word «never"for
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| You should change your name to Nas
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| Cause when you ask, can you out spit Chino all you’re gonna hear is a lot of
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| naw’s/Nas
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| I’m wise, you could learn that from me
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| Impregnate you with so many bullets you could take maternity leave
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| I’m a sadist and I say this with a dated cadence
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| I’m dedicated to hatred, escapin’off of Satan’s play list
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| I’m dangerous, when I communicate what I’m thinkin'
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| Brain dead I’ll spit in Morse code, write down what I’m blinking
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| Rhyme contortionist, shot my way out of Hell’s orphanage
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| Using a slingshot and live scorpions
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| Paragraph perverter, the spic that you can’t murder
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| Sick
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| Get a kick out of feeding a cow a hamburger
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| You’re garbage and you convince the world perfectly
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| When you rhyme I’m so bored (board) you can surf on me
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| Labels, how you gets your artist’s best work?
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| Lie to 'em, tell 'em that you puttin’Chino on the third verse
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| You’ve never known a man that thinks like this one before
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| You’ve never known a man that thinks like this one before
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| The days of your life, all the years you’ve been born
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| You’ve never known a man that thinks like this one before
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| Nahh!
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| I think about it 23 hours a day
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| And beg God for revenge every night when I pray
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| You left me for dead, the only thing that I can say
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| Did I seem like a nigga that would just go away!?!
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| Nahh!
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| Fasten your seat belts this is Air France
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| I’m like Nirvana when it came to kill the hair bands
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| I’m cold as ice, might slip into my madness
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| When I spit, everything is hard like my lungs is on Cialis
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| Yeah, I ain’t scared of these newcomers
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| Cause they fly for the first time like the Wright brothers |
| Why? |
| nigga that’s swingin’from trees
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| Eatin’almonds from the eggs of endangered species
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| You lookin’for the feces? |
| This is it
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| Did real songs with Dilla not no made up shits
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| You supposed to be the heir to the throne
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| But you left air in the throne, vacant
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| Waitin’for the ragin’Chino to come along
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| I’m from a place that we’re never wrong, never calm
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| Play Guitar Hero with your severed arm
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| I bring liquor, bench press and write rhymes raw
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| So I raise the bar, while raisin’the bar while raisin’the bar
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| My dark art murders you in every frame
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| Retarded like Daddy Yankee looked when endorsing McCain
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| I’m deranged with insane pain penmanship
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| Greatest wit
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| Since the Dead Sea Scrolls was only sick
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| Denyin’I’m one of the greatest that’s your loss
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| I got no love for the other side like a coin toss
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| Albatross, night lurker, out for blood
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| Swingin’the bat like Manny Ramirez with no enhancement drugs
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| Fuck
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| My anger is bad
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| Even the Incredible Hulk turns into Chino when he get’s real mad
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| I let flames spray
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| Then forget about you like Farrah Faucet’s death
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| Cause Michael Jackson died the same day
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| You’ve never known a man that thinks like this one before
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| You’ve never known a man that thinks like this one before
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| The days of your life, all the years you’ve been born
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| You’ve never known a man that thinks like this one before
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| Nahh!
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| I think about it 23 hours a day
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| And beg God for revenge every night when I pray
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| You left me for dead, the only thing that I can say
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| Did I seem like a nigga that would just go away!?!
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| Nahh!
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| Sound without Focus is just noise |