Beastin’ Chino XL (Ft. Killah Priest)

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
I do chin-ups off a niggas bars, killing off whole squads
A nose guard off the line of scrimmage
Beginners are finished, I'm relentless, my spit game injures
I'm the ninja, blow on trees like winters
In the centre, keep a sinister smile
With the Deringer like John Wilkes Booth
My palm still shoots ink, leaving rappers extinct
Pulling gats out my mink, clap where you think
I go from godbody to Godzilla
To God forgive him 'til I hope God is with him
If not I spit jack, think witch dreams
Of automatics, M-16s, submachines
Slugly streams of blood
Clear out clubs, air out mugs, put wings on thugs
It's your screams I love, I sample them, put on 'em on Pro Tools
And ad-lib 'em with vocals, Killah Priest

[Chorus: Chino XL]
The type of rappers that be Beastin'
The type of rappers that be Beastin'

[Break: Chino XL]
Yo, killah Priest and Chino XL (It's crazy!)
They shouldn't even let ninjas like us talk to one another
It should be against the law or something