Riiiot! Chino XL (Ft. Ras Kass)

[Verse 1: Chino XL & Ras Kass]
You prayed for me and I came, how far you niggas wanna push me?
I'm leaving the crowds happy like OJ Simpson when he got his first white pussy
But I'm still annoyed, blow through your solenoid
Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Aykroyd
Governmently engineered like Ebola for this rap garage sale
By this industry, I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail,
You can hate me, but await me like I'm Magic Johnson's death
In a box with Jordan's pops that ass'll never take another breath
'Cause, I write the songs like Barry Manilow
I like my sugar brown like Hugh Grant, no D'Angelo
Now I got niggas claiming they saw God unfortunately
He wasn't in the person of Master Fard Muhammad
Some often ask how can this nigga molest the English alphabet
In one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic
It's all in the mind like Johnny Mnemonic
Before my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics
To drain the phonics, amniotic fluids
Delivery, to get Nia deep in your Peeples like Howard Hewitt
Half-Hitler, half-Jewish, I'm gassed off myself, nigga
Iconoclismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics
Knocked his eyeballs out the sockets I got your Adam's Apples in my pockets
Blow shit like Timmy McVeigh, like kiddie porn I'm getting popular
Popular, no ocular, MCs perp particular, but not quite yet perpendicular
Compound fractures fibulas when niggas step, contest the upper torso
I got Chino's back like a dorsal fin
Comprehend, we bend men from within