Chino Xl - Broken Halo lyrics

[Hook] That's me, that's me The kid with the broken halo That's me, that's me The devil won't seem to let me go [Verse 1] It's true the letters that they sent from school to my mother Chino's too wild and does not play well with others Rappers blinded and brainwash and need to be reminded The Puerto Rican superhero no a**embly required Dark and agnostic, I torture you targeting my sh** ba*tard be careful, like a n***a with gla**es in a mosh pit I flow free, spit religiously with each breath With more lines than there are in Kimora Lee's neck I'm sick with a pencil, he's done But f** sticking a fork in him, stab him with every kitchen utensil I can find The brutalist, underpunched tutelage, proving it's in my jeans like true relig The odds are slim to none that you can live You don't want to be me is not convincing It'll be cool to be you, just to witness my beauty in three diminsions Necessary, vengence, losing my religion Only five words that are worse for me to hear is "Babe, I think I'm pregnant." It's really nothing to murder cowards with a crowbar And have them scared to leave the house for fear of d**h like Solar I take credit for a ton of police, it's Chino's fault Then carve my name in your face and fill the wounds up with table salt The mission, infiltrate the system with or without guns And choke you till your lungs have no air like kings with no sons The world told me, "Go to Hell", alright I'll meet you there Latino's don't cheat d**h, we defeat it fair and square Tearing your f*ggott a** in half and laugh and try to diss me You ain't worth the urine particles existing in my piss stream Since the cradle a word angel with a broken halo [Hook] [Verse 2] "Chino XL" They say that fake's the new real I'll chop them up in suitcases, let the familiy pick one like it's Deal Or No Deal They try to get at me, bitter the kid out spit they bosses I'll have the studio literally littered with rapper's corpses Bringer of d**h, barbarian will impale If God was a rapper than He'd be Chino XL Stuck up, snotty, known to body rappers biblically Leave 'em like Sampson with his eyes gouged out by the Phiilistines Of my own style, I'm the father, Maury Povich Chino's so tight in the booth, I'm feeling clausterphobic Free of the corporate theater, my heater is coming soon If I attack you on stage you will not make it to your dressing room They call me brutal cause I don't think a cop should shoot you Then get away with it, we shouldn't have it, come on, be truthful My homie tried to get a grant to go to school All he was granted was Fox News views of Oscar Grant in his tomb Guerilla monsoon with a blow torch You can't hold a candle Y'all ain't no vandals wearing skinny jeans and Croc sandels My art canvas will start panics Will heartlessly go to the Bronx Zoo bear handed to tear apart Pandas I wanna scalp these traitors and bring out my native thoughts Cause revolution has never been a spectator sport Chino, the muscle fill will lay you down right in a tomb There will be nowhere on your body that doesn't have a wound I write like someone's life inside of a cartoon The fiendish, human Venus Flytrap of raps is in full bloom Heaven's on the payroll even with my broken halo [Hook]