Crooked I & Chino XL Wake Up Show Freestyle Vol. 6 Sway & King Tech (Ft. Chino XL, Crooked I & King Tech)

[Crooked I]
I spit impossible rhymes full of philosophical lines
My phenomenal shine
Leave every one of your opticals blind
Run you over when it's apocalypse time
I'm half-man, half-diesel like Optimus Prime
Cockin' this nine to pop ya
Permanent disfigurement have you rockin'
Half a mask like the Phantom of the Opera
Mach three is how fast I'll drop ya
Walk back to five's the speed they clocked the
Hatchet, affect, deliberately chopped ya
You thought you had it win here
Like watchin' porno flicks with six chicks, I'm the hardest one in here
Straps on the New Year, we bust like every night's New Years
Cerebral hemisphere's get blew here
It's really no need to cuss and fuss, just
Hop out of the bushes scratched up from the brush and bust
I make the angriest atheist praise me, if not
He's feelin' the simultaneous pain of a shot
And I shake his pancreas, maybe it's my instantaneous plots
The craziest emcee couldn't face me
If an alien gave him this thoughts
Kamikaze's regulate
I strap a time bomb under my trench coat
And hug you till it detonates
I was brainwashed by NWA and BDP
I'm the year 2000 version of the DOC
And when Crooked I spot these fake cliques
They better be able to dodge bullets like The Matrix or take six
I'm so ominous in dominant in prominent hip-hop conglomerate
On this continent, I'm bombin' it
When Icon ill out
I spit out rhymes so offensive even Chino will tell me to chill-out