[Crooked I]
Yo
I spit impossible rhymes
Full of philosophical lines
My phenomenal shine
Leave everyone our your opticals blind
Run you over when it`s Apocalypse
I`m half man half diesel like Optimums Prime
Cocking this nine to pop ya
Permanente disfigurement have you rocking
Half a mask like the Phantom Of The Opera
Mach three is how fast I`ll drop ya
Walk back to (??) the speed they clocked
You thought you had it win here
Like watching porno flicks with six chicks
I`m the hardest one in here
Straps on the New Year
We bust from every night`s New Year
Cerebral hemisphere get blew here
It`s really no need to cuss and fuss
Just
Hope out of the bushes scratched up
From the brush and bust
I make the angriest atheist praise me, if not
He`s fenna simultaneously pain of a shot
And I shake his pancreas
Maybe it`s my instantaneous plots
The craziest emcee couldn`t face me
If an alien gave him this thoughts
Kamikazes regulate
I strap a time bomb under my trench coat
And hug you till it detonates
I was brain washed by NWA and BDP
I`m the year 2000 version of the DOC
And when Crooked I spot these fake clicks
They better be able to dodge bullets like The Matrix or take six
I`m so onerous in dominant in prominent hip-hop conglomerate
On this Continent I`m bombing it
When Icon ill out
I spit out rhymes so offensive even Chino will tell me to chill-out
[Chino XL]
I don`t care what nobody slits
Or what they kick
I punch them in the throat
And watch them choke like the Knicks
But why all these rappers want to rhyme like me
Your words should be like Jon B worships black ponani
And push me to the point
I wanna smack them yo
To try to steal my fans like Chico did to D`Angelo`s
But if imitation were an asset
There will be nothing left of me but jewelry 52 teeth
And a belt buckle my skills are to die for
During writers block I still create this timeless lines of wisdom
Like they pass the lips of Buddha`s
Who the sharp shooter that`s claiming
That they gonna kill me
When they see me
(??) a hundred inch color TV
I`m all for the hezy
See that your record company done hired
Chino XL to come and repossess their deal back
I put the fly to your eye
Like Ethiopians starving
Life tedious task
You no longer have to take pardon
You shouldn`t have start them
You done, done it
Go purchases a microscope to read the rappers
Names that won it
My brain deserve its own infomercial
For the how it thinks
You can`t be safe by coping
Tae-Bo with Billy Blinks
I turn sins to rock
To the rhymes of the water drops
