Chino Xl - Eye lyrics

I know it gets no better than this When I'm on my Detroit, New Jersey, Los Angeles sh** I have a whole crowds pumping their fist Feeling like it when we was kids I'd have Proof and J.Dilla both back in this b**h You let the weed smoke flow from your chest And thank God that hip hop exists And now back with a vengeance But you'se like Oprah Winfrey with a thousand stedmans Break you open like a graving, picking up the dead mens Blessed making a living, my show's an essence Having lots of women in attendance Listening to this murdereous creature infecting all time itself Just with my vibe a**istance Please don't try this at home Drums sounding like Hannibal's elephants marching on their way to conquering Rome And the patriots saying in vain giving a f** what a hater think Wiping your a** like Marvin Gaye's dad when he was cross-dressing drank Leaving a residue with d**h and destruction in this edifice Clipping the wings of Pegasus Restlessness from the absence of a trusted mother's gentleness Cash (?) stash stick it in Burt Reynold's sh** Monsterous, no conscienceness Collabing with the ghost of rappers I've k**ed that d**h hasn't been fast enough to process yet Throwing pictures at moving cars like wushu man It's all fun and games until it's Chino versus planet I'll push a baby to the desert and watch her lungs expand Shaking like radioation that's leaking from Japan Paying for my karmic d**h Like Christians in the Colosseum singing while lions tearing them to shreds It's colder than Pittsburgh, the spics disturbed The women whisper, it's Mr.Disappearing with your sister Prepare to be in the air when Gabriel's horns blows But Malakai ain't got nothing on the evil under this cornrolls Your cars spinning with chrome, not a significant gold I'm guiding the flesh with flows like the Vatican chose Your frailed (?) nose gets finished and explosed Get exposed sitting on a Venice throne of skinning scolds Chino is back, and it's the illest situation It's like the second coming of Christ, and every Latino celebrating Still carrying them cyanide capsuls Recolada, I'm beating that ink outta your tattoos The bonafide Hesus, divine statue Got a love for hip-hop that could never be lost Even if it ignores me like the media ignored slavery and Armenian holocaust