Chino Xl - Crooked I & Chino XL Freestyle

Song Rating: 9.30/10

Song lyrics:

[Crooked I]
I spit impossible rhymes
Full of philosophical lines
My phenomenal shine
Leave every one of your opticals blind
Run you over when its apocalypse time
Im half-man, half-diesel like Optimums Prime
Cockin this nine to pop ya
Permanent disfigurement have you rockin
Half a mask like the Phantom of the Opera
Mach three is how fast Ill drop ya
Walk back to fives the speed they clocked the
Hatchet, affect, deliberately chopped ya
You thought you had it win here
Like watchin p**no flicks with six chicks
Im the hardest one in here
Straps on the New Year
We bust like every nights New Years
Cerebral hemispheres get blew here
Its really no need to cuss and fuss
Hop out of the bushes scratched up
From the brush and bust
I make the angriest atheist praise me, if not
Hes feelin the simultaneous pain of a shot
And I shake his pancreas
Maybe its my instantaneous plots
The craziest emcee couldnt 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 brainwashed by NWA and BDP
Im the year 2000 version of the DOC
And when Crooked I spot these fake cliques
They better be able to dodge bullets like The Matrix or take six
Im so ominous in dominant in prominent hip-hop conglomerate
On this continent Im bombin it
When Icon ill out
I spit out rhymes so offensive even Chino will tell me to chill-out

[Chino XL]
I dont care what nobody spits
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 em yo
To try to steal my fans like Chico did to DAngelos
But if imitation were an a**et

There will be nothin left of me but j**elry, fifty-two teeth
And a belt buckle
My sk**s are to die for
During writers block I still create this timeless lines of wisdom
Like they pa** the lips of Buddha
Who the sharp shooter thats claimin
That they gonna k** me
When they see me
Wouldnt aim that remote at a hundred inch color TV
Im all for the heezy
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 starvin
Life tedious task
You no longer have to take pardon
You shouldnt have start em
You done, done it
Go purchases a microscope to read the list of rappers names that won it
My brain deserve its own infomercial
For the how it thinks
You cant be safe by coppin
Tae-Bo with Billy Blanks
I turn on sinks
I rock to rhythm of the water drops that run out
Then I freestyle continuously
Til the whole reservoir done run out
And I walk with gun out
For cats that want to start something
I shine like I control the suns Off and On button
Oh, what was that?
You got by hit by Chino electricity
Im black when its convenient like Mariahs ethnicity
Im out hunting my clones
Raps turning out more sweet proteges
Than Quincy Jones
My style Pendergra** shoes
Never touch the ground
Mocked you so high
You dont remember its a sound
Im Jim Brown in his day
Toughest cat to tackle
Ill leave your brain hanging out
Like Chris Rocks adams apple
Im so rare
Battling Chino XLs like Africa
Yeah they talk about it
But they dont really want to go there
Im corrupted
Here it comes
You better duck quick
Yeah, haha

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 16:13