Chino XL - Can Be lyrics

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Can Be / Chino Xl[Intro]Uh, yeahIt's from the soul[Chorus 2X: Chino XL]I know I can beA little hard to deal with, so I stayHigh as I can beTo get through the day without screaming[Chino XL]They call me Lyrical Jesus but don't make me get evilIf I put my hands on you it won't be to heal you (not at all)Sometimes I'm hopin that this life is just a bad dreamCause I done seen things that make a dead nigga scream (scream)"Where you been at?" I'm questioned by my peersBut even Shakespeare disappeared for seven yearsthen returned with the greatest work that a playwrite ever didSo countin Chino out really is not a bright idea (bright idea)Manuel Barbosa, meet your sonI'm half Chalino Snchez, half Big PunAnd as a shorty they would call me Chino ActionWas 10 years old at Def Jam tryin to battle Run11 years old in a juvenile cellLyrically already you couldn't tell me I wasn't LLI never failed, I'm still a hell of a writing machineChino raises stakes like Van Helsing[Chorus][Chino XL]I'm like the pope, kiss the ringHow can I be anything else with so many tendencies of a king?I'm like a veteran from Vietnam - my mind's numbAt time my grinds shock you like electricians with sweaty palmsI met Gil Scott-Heron on a long flightHe said "Brother, you the type to make writers wanna go and write"How can I leave somethin I do so well?I'm tired, my eyes glowin red like jewels from Hell (I'm sick of this)The hotels, sleepless nights, the need for rifle powerMore parasites/Paris-sights than you can see from top of Eiffel TowerThey say my ego put me out of historyI'm so conceited I'm jealous when people envy me (that's crazy)I ain't scared to die, I'm very moodyEverybody gotta go some time like jury dutyBut why try me? Even with all them ChineseKata's who try to master you can't tie Chi/tai chiNo[Chorus][Chino XL]Yo, you know Chino from "The Wake Up Show"The records "I Told You So" and "Poison Pen" and classic "Here to Save You All"(Classics) You ain't even a factorSo matter of fact I'ma mow your block down like I drive a John Deere tractorHaters feel the threatCause the muscularity of Chino and an action figure's anatomically correctEverybody likes to rattle a lion's cageBut no one wants to go in alone when his razors are displayedAfraid of long scars, dim-witted as Chumlee on "Pawn Stars"Still special like 50 Tyson's report cardAll this Vicodin, Jack Daniel's and Valiums'Bout it, blow them promos up, it's time to drop these albumsIf I don't make it and I'm decomposin in a boxMy influence lives on, I just won't be there to watchSay "He was the illest when he picked up that pen"And judge me by my enemies as well as my friendsGone[Chorus]{*scratches "I" to fade*}