Chino XL

Chino XL - Messiah lyrics

rate me

[Chorus:]

Y'all niggaz done fucked up now (tell 'em how)

Messed around and let me out (stupid motherfuckers)

Let me back in the game

knowin damn well Chino is the lyrical messiah

And I'm not arrogant

I just know that I'm the shit

You fuck around with me and you'll get pistol-whipped

by God's instrument, Chino is the lyrical messiah

(Hit these motherfuckers - kill these niggaz!)

[Chino XL:]

Yo, yo

You a fake killer, from a fake place

You a fake [coughs], that's a fake Ma$e

I spit it for 80 wakes, you couldn't fit it on 80 DAT's

Like {?} been hatin rap, the son of a thousand maniacs

You insane thinkin I'll ever be sane

I always been the same, forward or back like Eve's name

I slap Alfreita's unibrow, give a fuck what she painted

Gimme a time machine, a bottle of crack in {*edited*} manger

No stranger to the fact rappers can't stand me

I shoot 'em down with bullets made by melted down Grammy's

You cats offended me, soft R&B, radio trendy

I'm angry like Jewish Holocaust survivin families

in a room with a Nazi, cause hip-hop cannot see

why non-lyricists is on "Cribs" and not me

You probably wanna body papi

Cause I be on the big screen with Angelina Jolie

I'm sorry, we livin lives just a little different

You'll be in the movies too, rippin the fuckin tickets

I'm wicked, Aurelius Maximus, revenge'll take patience

But I refuse to die 'til history record my greatness

[Chorus]

[Chino XL:]

On the day I was born, Taoist monks banged a big gold gong

with the same insignia that I have tattooed on my arm

In the mist of a rainstorm eclipsed over Asia

The day finally arrived, the one they prayed for

Gasping in awe they couldn't believe that they saw

the illegitimate son of Father Time and Mother Nature

I've been here before from Earth's core to seashore

One law, be warm, bringin 'em love through war

(JESUS!) Nah, but I appreciate the comparison

I've avoided bein wack, I've avoided three marriages

The Poison Pen pen penances, burn down villages

What I write with ain't ink my ballpoint hemorrhages religiousness

The record business is all luck

I go to a whorehouse for a good deal and get a record deal to get fucked

Now leaving childhood they stole my innocence

"Chi" contained in the word "Christ" - not a coincidece

[Chorus]

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