Figure It Out Chino XL

[Verse 1]
While pop radio is plotting hip-hop's destruction
Don't worry, Chino is never outta bars on some drunk shit
And even destruction is not advised
I spit in Nancy Grace's face knowing TMZ is right outside
I'm with this fine Columbian broad, I'm preoccupied
Man I don't wanna talk about what lyricist you think is fire
It got me mad that I even came out to this spot
So I'ma leave this party with mami after this Jäger shot
Drop you like Nasdaq, strapped like mercenaries were in Iraq
You rappers dirty teeth is your only plaque
Word patterns and layers, nobody compares
When you write the best rhyme of your life you're half way there
I've brought ass and kicked ass in this rap genre
I'm hip-hop's Jim Morrison, reincarnated like Dali Lama
Neanderthal, out of my cave fighting raptors
Trying not to lose my head like John The Baptist
Mastered this, crafted this game for almost two decades
But I'm stronger and look younger than rappers that's half my age
I banish you to 80 hells
So many personalities, could do a BET Cypher with myselves
I got a short fuse but refuse to get upset
Chino's such a symbol they could put me on a drumset
I ain't no dunn vet, my name alone is a death threat
And they ain't figured out no way that they can kill me yet