
Messiah Chino XL
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[Chorus]
Y'all niggas done fucked up now (tell 'em how)
Messed around and let me out (stupid motherfuckers)
Let me back in the game
Knowing damn well Chino is the lyrical messiah
And I'm not arrogant, I just know that I'm the shit
You fuck around with me and you'll get pistol-whipped by God's instrument
Chino is the lyrical messiah
(Hit these motherfuckers - kill these niggas!)
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, you a fake killer, from a fake place
You a fake {*coughs*}, that's a fake Ma$e
I spit it for 80 wakes, you couldn't fit it on 80 DATs
Lately see I've been hating rap, the son of a thousand maniacs
You insane thinking I'll ever be sane
I always been the same, forward or back like Eve's name
I slap Frida's unibrow, give a fuck what she painted
Give me a time machine, I'll bottle up crack in {*edited*} manger
No stranger to the fact rappers can't stand me
I shoot 'em down with bullets made by melted down Grammy's
These cats offended me, soft R&B, radio trendy
I'm angry like Jewish Holocaust surviving families
In a room with a Nazi 'cause hip-hop cannot see
Why non-lyricists is on Cribs and not me
You probably wanna body papi
'Cause I be on the big screen with Angelina Jolie
I'm sorry, we living lives just a little different
You'll be in the movies too, ripping the fucking tickets
I'm wicked, Aurelius Maximus, revenge'll take patience
But I refuse to die 'til history record my greatness
Y'all niggas done fucked up now (tell 'em how)
Messed around and let me out (stupid motherfuckers)
Let me back in the game
Knowing damn well Chino is the lyrical messiah
And I'm not arrogant, I just know that I'm the shit
You fuck around with me and you'll get pistol-whipped by God's instrument
Chino is the lyrical messiah
(Hit these motherfuckers - kill these niggas!)
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, you a fake killer, from a fake place
You a fake {*coughs*}, that's a fake Ma$e
I spit it for 80 wakes, you couldn't fit it on 80 DATs
Lately see I've been hating rap, the son of a thousand maniacs
You insane thinking I'll ever be sane
I always been the same, forward or back like Eve's name
I slap Frida's unibrow, give a fuck what she painted
Give me a time machine, I'll bottle up crack in {*edited*} manger
No stranger to the fact rappers can't stand me
I shoot 'em down with bullets made by melted down Grammy's
These cats offended me, soft R&B, radio trendy
I'm angry like Jewish Holocaust surviving families
In a room with a Nazi 'cause hip-hop cannot see
Why non-lyricists is on Cribs and not me
You probably wanna body papi
'Cause I be on the big screen with Angelina Jolie
I'm sorry, we living lives just a little different
You'll be in the movies too, ripping the fucking tickets
I'm wicked, Aurelius Maximus, revenge'll take patience
But I refuse to die 'til history record my greatness
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