Chino XL - Eye lyrics
rate me[Chorus: Chino XL]I know it gets no better than thisWhen I'm on my Detroit, New Jers', Los Angeles shit (that's it)I'll have the whole crowd pumpin they fistI'm feelin it like when we was kidsIt'd be bliss, if I had one wishI'd have Proof and J Dilla both back in this bitch (you're missed)You let the weed smoke flow from your chestAnd thank God that hip-hop exists, when I spit[Chino XL]And now back with a vengeanceBut you's like Oprah Winfrey with a thousand StedmansBreak you open like a crab and pickin off the dead mensBlessed makin a livin, my show's an essence havin lots of women in attendenceListenin to this murderous race or creatureinfectin all time itself just with my vibe persistence (yeah)Please don't try this at homeDrums sound like Hannibal's elephants marchin on their way to conquerin RomeAnd the patrons sayin in vain givin a fuck what a hater thinkWearin yo' ass like Marvin Gaye's dad when he would cross-dress and drinkLeavin a residue of death and destruction in this edificeClippin the wings off PegasusRestlessness from the absence of a trusted mother's gentlenessCash of a stash, stick it in Burt Reynold's shit (get 'em!)Monsterous, no conscience collab'in with the ghost of rappersI've killed that death hasn't been fast enough to process yetThrowin bitches out of moving cars like Gucci ManeIt's all fun and games until a Chino verse is playinI'll push her face in the desert and watch her lungs expandFillin up with sand, shakin like radiation that's leakin from JapanPayin for my karmic debtsLike Christians in the Colosseum singin while lions tearin them to shreds (crazy)It's colder than Pittsburgh, the spic's disturbedThe woman whisperer, it's Mr. Disappear With Your SisterPrepare to be in the air when Gabriel's horn blowsBut Malakai got nothin on evil under these cornrowsYour car's spinnin with chromes not of significant goldI'm guidin the flesh with the flows like Leviticus choseYour frail brittlest nose gets finished and exposedGet expo's, sittin on a Venice throne of skinnin skullsChino's back and it's the illest situationIt's like the second comin of Christ and every Latino's celebratin[Chorus][Chino XL]Still carry them cyanide capsulesWe collide I'm beatin the ink out of your tattoosThe bonafide Jess, divine statueRavenous like baboons in a bad mood with scalpelsBeat a racist judge bloody with his own gavel in the studyTie him up in the bathroom, he steady tryin to make an apology (yeah)Psychology anomaly, never did it for bankrollFuck Mayan calenders, they world can't end 'til Chino say soKeep makin my enemies' women adore meThey be like, "Stop hatin on Chino and for my birthday please take me to see him performin"Homie just listen, you're respected in the endI know your eyes can only see what your mind's prepared to comprehendMy pen's the solutionMy heart's an aquarium full of sharks dyin from pollution (get 'em!)Get in the way of me feedin my daughtersYou'll be leakin internal organs in alphabetical orderA revolutionary predator, extra-terrestrial dangerous monsterYou a +Predator+ pervert and Chris Hanson oughta hunt ya (kill 'em!)Catch you I'll kill you on your city blockGet really robbed for the petty blot you said on that shitty blogHave you takin off jewelry like it's burlesqueRoadkill nigga, tire tracks across the bird chestYou humorous, silly thinkin it's sweet until I camePaintin the front of yo' momma's house with your dead remainsAnd the dark mythical God with physical strength that's epitomizedCan push my handprints in the Walk of Fame after the cement driesMy place in history's established, my quotable's acidIn Heaven my name's engraving on Moses stone tabletsThat's your pen in my casket, I'll scribble on Hell's fabricUnlock me from +Pan's Labyrinth+ (yeah!)And whoever said you can rhyme they liedIt's ugly like the maid that Schwarzenegger had a baby by on the sideGot a love for hip-hop that could never be lostEven if it ignores me like the media ignored slavery and Armenian HolocaustBecause I pushed the limits and pivot the spiritof the passionate primitive lyricists with progressivenessI've written serious limitless sick poetic symbolist imageswith no mainstream encouragementsBut I had the pleasure ofworkin with Dilla and Proof and that's enough in one life to carry on[Chorus]
