Chino XL

Chino XL - Kings lyrics

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[Big Pun]Yo, while you rhymin like you killin niggaz, you ain't never feel a triggerScreamin that you real, but y'all still beginnersI make examples out you ample rappers, smack you make you trample backwardsCatch you fallin flat then strap you back in PampersThat's a sample just to let you know, test me and invest in soul'Specially on some flesh meat members left on skullsThose opposin holdin grudges will be holdin crutchesMotherfuckers blastin me, that's blashemy, I'm all to roughageWho's the toughest, as rough as they come, I snuff 'emAny one of you bluffin, my name ain't Punisher for nothinKeep huffin and puffin, I'll blow your face inOne of you facin my ace in the hole, lyrical assassin be Triple Seis-in'Chasin po-po out of Porter Town, loco 'til I part the groundin my coffin, tossed in to the lost and foundPoundin deep beneath, the weather in my leather tieSix feet forever half asleep, Bronx niggaz never die[Chorus One: scratches by DJ Romes]{"The KIIIIING!"}"The term Chino's Latin" - "But I got black soul""Flows I create, +Unforgettable+ like Nat King Cole"{"The KIIIIING!"}"I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull""Master the flow, niggaz be swearin I'm blacker than coal/Cole like Nat King"{"The KIIIIING!"}[Chorus Two: Chino XL]Two of the illest that you've ever seen, true Puerto Rican kingsBig Pun in heaven makin angels sing {"The KIIIIING!"}Chino is still in the physical makin your name ringThis collaboration is biblical, mythical, insane {"The KIIIIING!"}Feelin the pain of any Latin artist we brought changeBefore the game was even called the game and the harshest reign {"The KIIIIING!"}These two talented Tano monsters maintainChino and Big Pun, a true lyricist's dream {"The KIIIIING!"}[Chino XL]Capital X, captial LSlappin a veil over your grill, slappin it wellI was found in a church well, charred body smell goin up your nostrilBurn myself with lit cigarettes practicin for fires in hellStill can't believe Christopher Rios is goneI feel like beatin these wack niggaz to death with Big Punisher's tombstone+Somethin Sacred+ pumpin hatred, nothin shakenConversations how insatiable, villainous, untasteful impatientAbrasive abusive like Gary Busey carry an uziRubies and Kool G, Chewy and Gucci, angry and moodyMy life's a horror movie, y'all don't move me, go 'head shoot meMurder malicious, you sleep with fishes, slice ya to sushiI would've thrown Fred Astaire down a flight of stairsI'm ghetto as havin a fly strip for a chandelierEEEEH, then dying, better stand clearI'm to Wyclef, had a dreaded beginning careerSo Shakira Shakira, feel the fear of God, I spit it hard in the fogFlow is odd, my mic's religious as a synagogueIt's a lot at risk, open your lungs like Primatene MistSpit it numb, my lips like I sniffed a ton of VicksI'm from a bottomless abyss, we don't like it existsOf a rifle that's fair, shootin out kids until my hands is breakin off at the wristMy hate is out of order, slaughterBut visual as drag queen pictures of Oscar De La Hoya[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] - echoes at the end{*scratched*} "The KIIIIING!"

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