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(Verse 1: Chino XL)
Direct from king fields!
I`m glowing in darkness cats with spell will tell your people
That there seems a crucifixion and my ouija board spells certain death
You contradict you can`t do shit your fucking song`s joke
The only video you could make is if you robbed a liquor store
All right... niggas done got me started up
Now it`s time for you to duck
You get stuck better run
And check your blood when I run amuck
Punching `em straight to your face
Putting that ass in a neck brace
My shotty`s wettin` your body up
Wetter than Michael Jackson`s pillow case
I get props, you give head, I get pussy hole...
I got more jim hats than there`s hats in five five soul
You hackle me, you funny
You need to be in Def Comedy Jam
Cus I am ??? like natives fear quicksand
I`m smoking you with my burner
I`m rippin` that ass like Tina Turner
My feelings all right!
I wanna be like Ike!
Here is the savage marriage when I damage
Like plaster or parrish
You`d be in your hotel room catching a heart attack like Robin Harris
So, bring all the static to me that you could find
A prison is in my mind
My mental is out of it
I`d be on that ass like Tyson at a beauty pageant
Assassinating you like you John Lennon and watch you beg
You popped a lot of lip but can`t do shit like Curtis Mayfield`s leg...
(Chorus - Repeat 2X)
Every joint I rock,
Every line you hear,
Baby I don`t care,
People everywhere...
Hands in the air!
(Verse 2: Chino XL)
It`s getting real hard to control all the powers I posses see
Who do I worship? My mind state is ??? to emergency
I made a Rabbi
Need a glass eye
Just cus he passed by
Bringing more hell nights than Omega Sci-fi
I`m cutting you deep as I can
You bled but I need a deeper shade
Won`t catch me wearing no red ribbons
I`m glad when faggots catch the AIDS
I`m losing my religion while you burn on a crooked cross
Leaving mothafuckers broken up like Main Source
Keepin` it strange, I got deranged
Powers, rock for mad hours
Kicking pregnant bitches in the stomach at baby showers
Spreading the word of Revelation scattered all over the wrecks
I got more lyrics than projects got bricks on the street
Showing and proving this world ain`t big enough for one of me
You`ll be like, Elizabeth - I`m coming to join you honey!
Nothing is sacred when the rebel in yellow will be
Like mother Teresa selling anal sex on 42nd street
June 25th that ain`t no myth that you can tamper with
Which is hell, they should`ve nailed Jesus ass to a handprint
Altruism is your bible, your first name is Into The Pit
This is my body, this is my bread and all that other shit
I smother shit, blood comets at the purple hand I`m not a fan
So deep in the dark with the Art you can`t understand so I shot a man...
What yo` God got to do with me?...
I`m not tryin` to hear that, see...
(Chorus - Repeat 2X`s)
Every joint I rock,
Every line you hear,
Baby I don`t care,
People everywhere...
Hands in the air!
(Sample from Redman)
Throw your hands in the air! (Repeat 6x`s)
(Verse 3: Chino XL)
Now as I sit in the midst of a pit, piss this
By the same lame game and the reign I`m an anarchist
Black to the graveyard, vultures circle your head
Keeps it going on, `til the break of P.M. Dawn
You`re gonna crawl when I stroll, my name`s on your wall in blood
Bringing more `Weird Science` than Anthony Michael Hall
Buckshot, you`re quoted like I`m Amy Fischer the war`s on
I`m sending my competition to hell with gasoline draws on
Chino, it must be, better not, trust me...
I`m dropping more satanic verses than Simon Rusty
Know my name cus I kill
