[Intro: Chino XL]
Yeah, y'all want to be conscious rapper right?
Hit you in your head, make you an unconscious rapper
Chino XL, JS, what's good homie?
Long time comin' nahmean?
Shells through your vehicle nigga
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
First of all, if I may
Explain the many ways JS will murder a DJ the way I murder wordplay
Hip-hop is dead in a state of dismay
I desecrated your favorite MC, while JS diggin' in the crates
It ain't just bravado, before Serato
He made records revolve like a Molotov cocktail without the bottle
Chino, your favorite mulatto, spit it staccato
I'm controversial like Bill Cosby's illegitimate child
Somebody must of not a got the memorandum
How I randomly murder, throw a tantrum, hurt a civilian
Unwillin' part his hands, I'm waitin' to put shells through your vehicle
Behind the wheel, you survive it, it's a miracle
I'm from the days of niggas robbin' you
For your British and Wallabees at Al B Square mall
Before Here To Save You All changed metaphor forever, makin' verbal war more clever
Behind closed doors most say my pen pushin' better
Than half of the game, presentin' itself as the truth
No one remains that has disrespected my name in the booth
I don't entertain, I'm makin' it rain with my point of view
It's insane, I couldn't live with myself if I was you
Strugglin' to make the next dance step that look stupid
Fuck Valentine's Day, I'm shootin' hollow points at Cupid
Chino and JS, the ladies scream
A cycle that lasts forever like broken washin' machines
If JS ain't playin' your track it must not be crack
If Chino ain't rhymin' then you can ask for your money back
The west coast show stopper, I'm ill and hood proper
Beef? You get hit on like any woman workin' at Foot Locker
The world feels my grammar, women love me like Hannah Montana
The Puerto Rican leans like a cholo that pulls a hammer
Before New York was gang signs and bandanas
J used his turntables like guitar of Carlos Santana
Before Jay-Z screwed up Def Jam releases
I've been the Lyrical Jesus, last of dying species
Yeah, y'all want to be conscious rapper right?
Hit you in your head, make you an unconscious rapper
Chino XL, JS, what's good homie?
Long time comin' nahmean?
Shells through your vehicle nigga
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
First of all, if I may
Explain the many ways JS will murder a DJ the way I murder wordplay
Hip-hop is dead in a state of dismay
I desecrated your favorite MC, while JS diggin' in the crates
It ain't just bravado, before Serato
He made records revolve like a Molotov cocktail without the bottle
Chino, your favorite mulatto, spit it staccato
I'm controversial like Bill Cosby's illegitimate child
Somebody must of not a got the memorandum
How I randomly murder, throw a tantrum, hurt a civilian
Unwillin' part his hands, I'm waitin' to put shells through your vehicle
Behind the wheel, you survive it, it's a miracle
I'm from the days of niggas robbin' you
For your British and Wallabees at Al B Square mall
Before Here To Save You All changed metaphor forever, makin' verbal war more clever
Behind closed doors most say my pen pushin' better
Than half of the game, presentin' itself as the truth
No one remains that has disrespected my name in the booth
I don't entertain, I'm makin' it rain with my point of view
It's insane, I couldn't live with myself if I was you
Strugglin' to make the next dance step that look stupid
Fuck Valentine's Day, I'm shootin' hollow points at Cupid
Chino and JS, the ladies scream
A cycle that lasts forever like broken washin' machines
If JS ain't playin' your track it must not be crack
If Chino ain't rhymin' then you can ask for your money back
The west coast show stopper, I'm ill and hood proper
Beef? You get hit on like any woman workin' at Foot Locker
The world feels my grammar, women love me like Hannah Montana
The Puerto Rican leans like a cholo that pulls a hammer
Before New York was gang signs and bandanas
J used his turntables like guitar of Carlos Santana
Before Jay-Z screwed up Def Jam releases
I've been the Lyrical Jesus, last of dying species
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