Closer to God Chino XL

[Verse 1: Chino XL]
Dear rap game, you're so wack, we feel like suing you
Niggas dressed up, nowhere to go like atheists at they funerals
My revolution's beyond musical, my violence on auto-pilot
I can’t be morally neutral or silent to the truth you coward
I fire out of control
Much different than the human resources department at your job letting you go
The V for Vendetta vet, showing your fickle fans that
You're garbage in every category and in categories that ain't even invented yet
I'm feeling wild lately
I don't know how to die, kill you, you can educate me
I'm back when the game is horrible
I stepped right out of Stan Lee's imagination, Chino is a living Marvel
I smoke stems with niggas that's sinning, won't bend
Leave you between a rock and a hard place like Stonehenge
I can count on one hand rappers I'm greater than, but wait a minute
Only if there's a calculator in it, the number's so infinite
I spit it, authentic, arsenic, acidic
So committed I should be committed, I'm tired of being counterfeited
The Lyric Jesus never smile
Keep it super ugly like a Forest Whitaker and Whoopi Goldberg love child
Outrageous, cops racist, frown and smile tazers
My eyes burning from the salt with the tears of a thousand angels
I wanna topple the nation crazed in the Fist of Fury
I spit it ice cold, no refrigeration necessary