Apollo Brown - Can Be lyrics

[Hook x2] I know I can be A little hard to deal with so I stay High as I can be To get through the day without screaming [Verse 1] They call me Lyrical Jesus but don't make me get evil If I put my hands on you it won't be to heal you Sometimes I'm hoping that this life is just a bad dream Cause I done seen things that make a dead n***a scream "Where you been at?" I'm questioned by my peers But even Shakespeare disappeared for seven years Then returned with the greatest work that a playwrite ever did So counting Chino out really is not a bright idea Manuel Barbosa, meet your son I'm half Chalino Sanchez, half Big Pun And as a shorty they would call me Chino Action Was 10 years old at Def Jam trying to battle Run 11 years old in a juvenile cell Lyrically already, you couldn't tell me I wasn't LL I never failed I'm still a hell of a writing machine Chino raises stakes like Van Helsing [Hook x2] [Verse 2] I'm like the pope, kiss the ring How can I be anything else with so many tendancies of a king? I'm like a veteran from Vietnam My mind's numb, at time my grind shock you like electricians with sweaty palms I met Gil Scott Heron on a long flight He said, "Brother, you the type to make writers want to go and write." How can I leave something I do so well? I'm tired, my eyes glowing red like j**els from Hell The hotels, sleepless night, the need for rifle power More parasites than you can see from top of Eiffel Tower They say my ego put me out of history I'm so conceited I'm jealous when people envy me I ain't scared to die, I'm very moody Everybody gotta go sometime like jury duty But why try me? Even with all them Chinese kata's who try to master you can't tie Chi No [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Yo, you know Chino from the Wake Up Show The records, I Told U So And Poison Pen and cla**ic Here To Save You All You ain't even a factor So matter of fact I'mma mow your block down like I drive a John Deere tractor Haters feel the threat Cause the muscularity of Chino and an action figure's anatomically correct Everybody likes to rattle a lion's cage But no one wants to go in alone when his razors are displayed Afraid of long scars, dim-witted as Chumlee on Pawn Stars Still special like 50 Tyson's report card All this Vicodin, Jack Daniel's and valiums Bout it, blow them promos up, it's time to drop these albums If I don't make it and I'm decomposing in a box My influence lives on I just won't be there to watch Say, "He was the illest when he picked up that pen." And judge me by my enemies as well as my friends Gone [Hook x2]