Chino XL

Chino XL - It's Not Too L8te lyrics

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[Chino XL]

Yo (let's go in!)

I'll take promotions where it's never gone

Murder rappers in they home, Instagram they bodies from the livin room

The most belligerent as genius but ignorant as killin men

Leavin more grievin widows than a dead Mormon polygamist can

The sin synonym, cinematography, try stoppin me

Ain't that about a bitch like Diana Ross biography

Wildin out like Latin fans at the World Cup

Atlas like "Chino do me a favor, hold this world up!"

Murder my daily notion, no fear is my weird emotion

Straight wolf until my respiratory system barely functions

I'm in rare form, therefore rappers sound like they're four

Spit it sick, hope you niggaz took Airborne

I'm Puerto Rican, gas in the chamber like I'm a German

My flow is nappy like Tyra Banks without the weave and perm in

Filmin without a permit, permanent hermit

Degenerate, you swing a Confederate veteran flag and I'll stab and burn it

A freebie, I'll freely end your existance, Chandra Levy

Chances higher than Sean Kingston catchin diabetes

Whatever, it's never too late for hate and controversy

'til I'm in Heaven poppin pills with Brittany Murphy



[Chino XL]

Yo, Chino the odd spitter that's pushin the limits of God's perimeter

I'm misunderstood and feared as Islamic literature

Niggaz bitter as balsamic vinegar, my signature's a miniature Dillinger

Erasin the face of a racist senator

Givin lessons how to deliver intestines to delicatessens

with dexterity of Dexter slicin tendons

Holdin the world captive, my rap shit is pornographic

My name is suicidal like Patrick Kilpatrick

You not in my brackets, you can't hack it

You a living oxymoron like puttin a faggot in a straitjacket

Warriors spill blood, prepare for coroners zippin up

"VDRDRDRDR!" I'll put you inside of a wood chipper!

No more homo jolly laughin folly textin smileys

Tears tattoo Chino on them when they catchin bodies

Make every family member inside your house cry

Cause you ain't got the life expectancy of a house fly

YEAH! ...


[Chino XL]

Yo, Chino the driven, the wall was livin, the wrong decisions

Trippin, I'm artistically gifted to the point of autism

Slip it in war wisdom, spit rigomortis 'til the chorus shifted

Put you in a box stiff and then lifted by morticians

Your closest homie loco sippin on Four Lokos

Photos passed around like porno bitches morals that oral me

then want me to wife 'em like they awful lifers normal, my fight is global

My site is more than plural, I'm sharper than any ocean's coral

It's like I found a portal to another time my mind's beyond

You dumber than Dream cheatin on Christina Milian

They say I'm too strong and I take advantage

Beat you 'til my hands is lookin like a KFC double down sandwich!

Damage your brain, hematomas and teeth missin

Listen, when I'm spittin best to wear a cage on your face like you're fencin

It's the end of days but not too late to be a casualty

I'm known for iron bars, that's why they named a jail after me



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