Terminally Ill Forever M.C. & it's different (Ft. Chino XL, KXNG Crooked, Rittz, Statik Selektah & Tech N9ne)
[Intro: Chino XL]
Yeah, Big Chi in the building
M80 what it do
Rebel Army shit
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of
Long before the rap game ever went corporate
The first day that my first single dropped
With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins (Real shit)
It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken
Every booth that I walk in, superhero genetically, sellin' out every market
Wordsmith, marksman, everybody baby-mama target (Ha!)
Zoom, zoom, spit at jet propulsion
Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean
Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis, slashin' throats and crashin' boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack (Oh!)
Results of murdering the ropes, I'm shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes
Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes (Yah!)
It's the type of shit that make a coward want to settle every beef that we ever had
And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand
Expand and it's wearin' your wristband, ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand
Your nasal passage collapsin', drippin' like Dristan
A legend at a full heater was Tristan
Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a hemi transmission that is stuck in position
So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like Rick van (Scream!)
Even if a hater never see me shine bright
What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline
Walkin' fine lines with a guideline, choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom-poms
Put you in your place, funeral plot, punch you in your face, usual spot
It's brutal what I do to a cop, my brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a bitch 'til the uterus rot, nigga please stop
I kinda didn't want to put out another album until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character
That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred
Chino is the sickest spitter in America
Yeah, Big Chi in the building
M80 what it do
Rebel Army shit
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of
Long before the rap game ever went corporate
The first day that my first single dropped
With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins (Real shit)
It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken
Every booth that I walk in, superhero genetically, sellin' out every market
Wordsmith, marksman, everybody baby-mama target (Ha!)
Zoom, zoom, spit at jet propulsion
Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean
Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis, slashin' throats and crashin' boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack (Oh!)
Results of murdering the ropes, I'm shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes
Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes (Yah!)
It's the type of shit that make a coward want to settle every beef that we ever had
And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand
Expand and it's wearin' your wristband, ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand
Your nasal passage collapsin', drippin' like Dristan
A legend at a full heater was Tristan
Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a hemi transmission that is stuck in position
So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like Rick van (Scream!)
Even if a hater never see me shine bright
What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline
Walkin' fine lines with a guideline, choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom-poms
Put you in your place, funeral plot, punch you in your face, usual spot
It's brutal what I do to a cop, my brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a bitch 'til the uterus rot, nigga please stop
I kinda didn't want to put out another album until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character
That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred
Chino is the sickest spitter in America
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