[Hook: Chino XL]
I know it gets no better than this
When I'm on my Detroit, New Jersey, Los Angeles shit
That's it
I have a whole crowds pumping their fist
Feeling like it when we was kids
It'd be bliss
If I had one wish
I'd have Proof and J.Dilla both back in this bitch
I miss
You let the weed smoke flow from your chest
And thank God that hip hop exists
When I spit
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
And now back with a vengeance
But you'se like Oprah Winfrey with a thousand Steadmans
Break you open like a crab and picking off the [?]
Blessed making a living, my show's an essence
Having lots of women in attendance
Listening to this murderous race of creature infecting all time itself
Just with my vibe assistance
Please don't try this at home
Drums sounding like Hannibal's elephants marching on their way to conquering Rome
And the patron saint of vain giving a fuck what a hater think
Whipping your ass like Marvin Gaye's dad when he would cross-dress and drink
Leaving a residue of death and destruction in this edifice
Clipping the wings off Pegasus
Restlessness from the absence of a trusted mother's gentleness
Cash up her stash stick it in Burt Reynold's shit
Monstrous, no conscious
Collabing with the ghost of rappers
I've killed that death hasn't been fast enough to process yet
Throwing bitches out of moving cars like Gucci Mane
It's all fun and games until a Chino versus plan
I'll push your face in the desert and watch your lungs expand
Filling up with sand
Shaking like radiation that's leaking from Japan
Paying for my karmic debt
Like Christians in the Colosseum singing while lions tearin' you to shreds
It's colder than Pittsburgh, this spic's disturbed
The women whisper, it's Mr. Disappear With Your Sister
Prepare to be in the air when Gabriel's horn blows
But Malakai ain't got nothing on the evil under these cornrows
Your cars spinning with chrome's not a significant goal
I'm guiding the flesh with the flows like Leviticus chose
Your frail brittle (?) nose gets finished and exposed
Get exposed sitting on a Venice throne of skin and skulls
Chino's back, and it's the illest situation
It's like the second coming of Christ and every Latino celebrating
I know it gets no better than this
When I'm on my Detroit, New Jersey, Los Angeles shit
That's it
I have a whole crowds pumping their fist
Feeling like it when we was kids
It'd be bliss
If I had one wish
I'd have Proof and J.Dilla both back in this bitch
I miss
You let the weed smoke flow from your chest
And thank God that hip hop exists
When I spit
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
And now back with a vengeance
But you'se like Oprah Winfrey with a thousand Steadmans
Break you open like a crab and picking off the [?]
Blessed making a living, my show's an essence
Having lots of women in attendance
Listening to this murderous race of creature infecting all time itself
Just with my vibe assistance
Please don't try this at home
Drums sounding like Hannibal's elephants marching on their way to conquering Rome
And the patron saint of vain giving a fuck what a hater think
Whipping your ass like Marvin Gaye's dad when he would cross-dress and drink
Leaving a residue of death and destruction in this edifice
Clipping the wings off Pegasus
Restlessness from the absence of a trusted mother's gentleness
Cash up her stash stick it in Burt Reynold's shit
Monstrous, no conscious
Collabing with the ghost of rappers
I've killed that death hasn't been fast enough to process yet
Throwing bitches out of moving cars like Gucci Mane
It's all fun and games until a Chino versus plan
I'll push your face in the desert and watch your lungs expand
Filling up with sand
Shaking like radiation that's leaking from Japan
Paying for my karmic debt
Like Christians in the Colosseum singing while lions tearin' you to shreds
It's colder than Pittsburgh, this spic's disturbed
The women whisper, it's Mr. Disappear With Your Sister
Prepare to be in the air when Gabriel's horn blows
But Malakai ain't got nothing on the evil under these cornrows
Your cars spinning with chrome's not a significant goal
I'm guiding the flesh with the flows like Leviticus chose
Your frail brittle (?) nose gets finished and exposed
Get exposed sitting on a Venice throne of skin and skulls
Chino's back, and it's the illest situation
It's like the second coming of Christ and every Latino celebrating
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