Chino XL - Broken Halo lyrics
rate me[Intro: Chino XL]That's me, that's meThe kid with the broken haloThat's me, that's meThe devil won't seem to let me go[Chino XL]It's true the letters that they sent from school to my mother"Chino's too wild and does not play well with others"Rappers blinded and brainwashed and need to be remindedThe Puerto Rican Superhero, no assembly requiredDark and agnostic, I torture you targetin my shitBastard be careful like a nigga with glasses in a mosh pitI flow free, spit religiously with each breathWith more lines than there are in Kimora Lee's neckI'm sick with a pencil, he's doneBut fuck stickin a fork in him, stab him with every kitchen utensil I can findThe brutalist, under-punched tutelageProvin it's in my jeans like True Relig'The odds are slim to none that you can liveYou don't wanna be me, it's not convincinIt'll be cool to be you, just to witness my beauty in three dimensionsNecessary vengeance losin my religionOnly five words that are worse for me to hear is "Babe I think I'm pregnant"It's really nothin to murder cowards with a crowbarThen have 'em scared to leave the house for fear of death like SolarI take credit for a ton of police, it's Chino's faultThen carve my name in your face and fill the wounds up with table saltThe mission, infiltrate the system with or without gunsThen choke you 'til your lungs have no air/heir like kings with no sonsThe world told me go to hell, alright I'll meet you thereLatinos don't cheat death, we defeat it fair and squareTearin your faggot ass in half and laugh and try to diss meYou ain't worth the urine particles existin in my piss streamSince the cradle, a word angel with a broken halo[Chorus: Chino XL]That's me (that's me) that's me (that's me)The kid with the broken halo (bro-ken ha-lo, yeah!)That's me (that's me) that's me (that's me)The devil won't seem to let me go... {"Chino XL"}[Chino XL]They say that fake's the new realI'll chop 'em up in suitcases, let the family pick one like it's "Deal or No Deal"They try to get at me bitter the kid out-spit they bossesI'll have the studio literally littered with rapper's corpsesBringer of death, barbarian will impaleIf God was a rapper then He'd be Chino XLStuck up, snotty, known to body rappers biblicallyLeave 'em like Sampson with his eyes gouged out by the PhilistinesOf my own style, I'm the father, Maury PovichChino's so tight in the booth, I'm feelin claustrophobicFree of the corporate theater, my heater is coming soonIf I attack you on stage you will not make it to your dressing roomThey call me brutal cause I don't think that a cop should shoot youthen get away with it, we shouldn't have it, c'mon be truthfulMy homie tried to get a grant to go to schoolAll he was granted was Fox News views of Oscar Grant in his tombGorilla Monsoon with a blowtorch, you can't hold a candleY'all ain't no vandals wearin skinny jeans and Croc sandalsMy art canvas'll start panicsI'll heartlessly go to the Bronx Zoo bare-handed to tear apart pandasI wanna scalp these traitors and bring out my native thoughtsCause revolution has never been a spectator sportChino the muscle fill will lay you down right in a tombThere will be nowhere on your body that doesn't have a woundI write like someone do life inside of a cartoonThe fiendish human Venus Flytrap of rap's in full bloomHeaven's on the payroll, even with my broken halo[Chorus]
