Текст песни Chino Xl - Rise 12", слова песни Chino Xl

Текст песни Chino Xl - Rise 12"

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They call me lyrical...JesusThey call me lyrical...JesusI`m only second to...JesusI`m only lyrical...JesusNow as I`m peeling myself down off of the crucifixSmiling like Jesus in the den of thieves tempting bitchesLike the serpent tempted EveMaking it rain for seven days and seven nightsHad several beats and several careers and several fightsMy lyrical rites make your spine hottestMy rhymes stand out like a white boy on the GlobetrottersOnly child stuck up, selfishBuy my records and shine my shoes, treat a nigga like ElvisAncient, melodic, mystic messiahMake MC`s heads bob like Muhammad Ali`s from Parkinson`s diseaseFlows you get lost inLouder than Michael Irvin when he`s snortin`Taking a time machien to talk my mommy into giving an abortionI don`t want to hear you wack motherfuckers hating meNiggas is Australian they`re so far beneath meEver since Pac dissed me, Jersey tried to front on meNow I`m so vain/vein you could probably draw blood from meSo why you doubtin?I`m embezzling more money than Kareem Abdul-Jabbar`s accountantAnd spitting blood like Gene Simmons but that`s irrelevantThis industry prays I go away like Arrested DevelopmentSmilin(?) in a tenementNow they got me on rewind to dig up a piece of my mindBut if y`all dig any deeper you might not like what you findPac died and I cried but I`mma represent itWhen it comes to dissing my shit make Makaveli sound like MacarenaJesus Christ superstar immunityGot you apologizing like Marlon Brando did the whole Jewish communityHiding like Anne Frank, your mind is stomped like I wrote Mein KampfChanging stone rhymes to bread with one wave of my handsSon of God, defy me better have a whole armyOr make plans to leave America using the maps of Marcus GarveyBack up off me, nah nigga it ain`t all goodMy name is offa more blocks than Lexuses is Puerto Rican neighborhoodsMake you shut the fuck up, like wifey when the fight`s onLyrical Jesus, I got Satan sleeping with the lights onI have existed before man and will exist after manI am an everyman yet I am no man therefore I am a GodSounds oddBut my talent is pricelessSo I rise on the wicked and the goodAnd rain on the righteous and the unrighteousJesusThey call me lyrical...JesusI`m a spiritual...JesusI`m only second to...JesusStraigt up, yo Kurt drop some old school shitDrop an old beat so we can reminsce on something check itRappers stepping to me...they wanna get someBut I`m XL so yo, you know the outcomeAnother victory, keep that gun in your holsterMy rhymes is off the wall like my Big Daddy Kane posterI gets a lot of love the beat searchers hate it manCome as recycled bullshit but you`re leaving as a Chino fanThat`s how I know I`m God; nobody believes in meI make you wait while I stand in handicapped parking legallyErik Estrada making chipsHandling fists to get richI`m going overboard like strong-willed Africans off of shipsIllest lyrics ever invented, said it, meant itYou`re hearing more claps than inside a Vietnam V.D. clinic, get it?Listen inattentive and get no winsDon`t make me get beside myself like identical twinsMy cynical friends still quoting my old rhymes, my mind is a gold mineThe shit is bugged like Martin Luther King`s phone linesClosed minds mass phenomenon, starving like RamadanIf lines was episodes of Star Trek you niggas couldn`t Kling-onBugged out metaphorGot east coast bitches saying "No he didn`t"While down south bitches be like "Oh no, hell no"I made a man blindSo he didn`t have to witness the wickedness of world gone coldFalling off on stages like Bob DoleTrying to keep my balanceCause good and evil are having a custody battle over my soulLike Macaulay Culkin`s parentsMy hair`s like lamb`s wool, so fuck what your friends sayYou don`t want to get off on the wrong foot like Kunta KenteSo now it`s going down, ta-dowNiggas better learn how to rhymeBefore they tell the lyrical Jesus he should bow downLove your enemies, even in the lion`s denTurn them to a pillar of salt, forgive them Father they know not why they sinNiggas coming sideways, and I`ve been that in the pastBut now I`m half past giving a shitAnd at a quarter `til I`mma bust your fucking ass!Just chill

Chino Xl

Rise 12"

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