[Intro: Angel]
Chino, my love, although many will come before you, tryna be just like you, there will never be another you
You’ve traveled so far to get here
Don’t allow the world to make you forget why our ancestors are with you and will leave you never
[Chorus]
Never will your mental conquer me, never love my enemy
You could never take my history, you could never block my destiny
Never did love follow me and I’ll never return to poverty
Never fooled by Satan’s jealousy ‘til my Heaven inherits me
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
I won’t lie, some nights, I feel like I’ve been forsaken by God
Victimized, plagiarized like Spielberg did Amistad
Unzip like Isaac Mizrahi
He who laughs last laughs best, but “never again” is the mantra that I cry
Yo, I spit like Ming the Merciless, bliss-less bliss, high-risk piss, clenched fist
A masochistic sadistic from every verse on this
Behold my serpents hair like Perseus, ill impossibly
Larceny, broken velocity through lightning-speed viscosity
My philosophy: speak animosity
Keep shit in a bag like a colostomy I’m pro, you’re junior varsity
If 12 Angry Viewers on MTV diss my shit
I’ll hunt down and kill ‘em all individually, I’ll make headlines considerably
Sorcery with no plea bargain or jargon or glossary
And fuck the Insane Clown Posse—of rap, they’re making a mockery
You’ll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that I’ve held
Lock ‘n Load like Denis Leary, blasting assassins sent to kill me—feel me?
You take notes like court stenography, you better watch me
I take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace
More Colt .45s than Billy Dee, collecting disability
I’ll shoot out with Bill and Hillary, still won’t run out of artillery
While you’re tryna make all net like Iverson or Jordan
I’m extortin’, tryna make all net like Forbes and make a fortune
Stick that ass in a phone booth, drinking 151-proof
Laughing at that bitch with a gold tooth, flicking my ashes out of the sunroof
Uncouth industry snotty and shady, can’t no Bible save me
From throwing you off my tour bus like Bobby did Whitney and baby
Get with me? Maybe, but then be hunted
You ain’t no killer or gangster, smiling and dancing, interviewed by Teen Summit
My multi-topical written flows containing subjects that vary
And still all relative like West Virginians before they marry
I blammo in stereo or mono, I’m deluxe while you ride econo’
Out of there, broke like the first host of the Vibe show
Your wives know I fuck like Marky Mark on Boogie Nights with Guinness Stout
While famous bitches give me head with Pop Rocks in their mouth
Me disappear? Never again, go to war with Vatican men
It’ll take a whole cast of ER to have your ass walking again
You’re an overrated player that white fans love like DiMaggio
You off-air like Wendy Williams, out of the air like John Denver
‘Til forever, ever remember, I’m falling off? Never
Chino, my love, although many will come before you, tryna be just like you, there will never be another you
You’ve traveled so far to get here
Don’t allow the world to make you forget why our ancestors are with you and will leave you never
[Chorus]
Never will your mental conquer me, never love my enemy
You could never take my history, you could never block my destiny
Never did love follow me and I’ll never return to poverty
Never fooled by Satan’s jealousy ‘til my Heaven inherits me
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
I won’t lie, some nights, I feel like I’ve been forsaken by God
Victimized, plagiarized like Spielberg did Amistad
Unzip like Isaac Mizrahi
He who laughs last laughs best, but “never again” is the mantra that I cry
Yo, I spit like Ming the Merciless, bliss-less bliss, high-risk piss, clenched fist
A masochistic sadistic from every verse on this
Behold my serpents hair like Perseus, ill impossibly
Larceny, broken velocity through lightning-speed viscosity
My philosophy: speak animosity
Keep shit in a bag like a colostomy I’m pro, you’re junior varsity
If 12 Angry Viewers on MTV diss my shit
I’ll hunt down and kill ‘em all individually, I’ll make headlines considerably
Sorcery with no plea bargain or jargon or glossary
And fuck the Insane Clown Posse—of rap, they’re making a mockery
You’ll retire like Seinfeld waiting on titles that I’ve held
Lock ‘n Load like Denis Leary, blasting assassins sent to kill me—feel me?
You take notes like court stenography, you better watch me
I take beef personally to your villa steps like Versace
More Colt .45s than Billy Dee, collecting disability
I’ll shoot out with Bill and Hillary, still won’t run out of artillery
While you’re tryna make all net like Iverson or Jordan
I’m extortin’, tryna make all net like Forbes and make a fortune
Stick that ass in a phone booth, drinking 151-proof
Laughing at that bitch with a gold tooth, flicking my ashes out of the sunroof
Uncouth industry snotty and shady, can’t no Bible save me
From throwing you off my tour bus like Bobby did Whitney and baby
Get with me? Maybe, but then be hunted
You ain’t no killer or gangster, smiling and dancing, interviewed by Teen Summit
My multi-topical written flows containing subjects that vary
And still all relative like West Virginians before they marry
I blammo in stereo or mono, I’m deluxe while you ride econo’
Out of there, broke like the first host of the Vibe show
Your wives know I fuck like Marky Mark on Boogie Nights with Guinness Stout
While famous bitches give me head with Pop Rocks in their mouth
Me disappear? Never again, go to war with Vatican men
It’ll take a whole cast of ER to have your ass walking again
You’re an overrated player that white fans love like DiMaggio
You off-air like Wendy Williams, out of the air like John Denver
‘Til forever, ever remember, I’m falling off? Never
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