Nick Wiz - N.I.C.E lyrics

[Verse 1] Now it's Chino everything For the next three minutes plus you gotta Admit when I'm rhyming it's nice Your heart is my piñata My wordplay will astound I make your mom say wow ironically wow is the word mom upside down Trying to separate myself from my bizarre persona Like a rabid cadaver tryna stab his own organ donor I walked a kilometer Tried to be calm and not empty this liquid Molotov lava shot into your yarmulke Pardon my LAVA algorithm Stab a married coward laugh and Brad Childress slap his wisdom this isn't sadomasochism It's a cra** addiction and dastardly diction Have you tap out of submission A beast like Batista the Puerto Rican edition The script phenomenon With The Smith Corona typewriter the unabomber Ted Kaczynski wrote his manifesto on America better invest in its urban environment Or get demolished like them London riots I'm pissing on Arizona immigration laws outside of my vehicle With Casey Anthony's severed head hanging from my rear view I'm outta my mind that ancient from the cellar evil Being blind even Helen Keller's favorite color was chino… I'm N.I.C.E [Verse 2] Now it's Chino everything I use a verse as a murder weapon word shreddin' Sometimes living in hell's giving the best view of heaven Come witness my venomous threat Chino is d**hs' pet Born without a heart created straight from Satans' chemistry set Will I ever be outshined, still remains to be seen 'Till I'm in a museum with a sign "remains to be seen" You watchin' a man that's standing at the crossroads not a poor soul who's flow is softer than them Glee episodes [f** outta here] You'd think I'm starvin' how hard I'm charging the scenery beautifully how you figure that the Garden of Eden would be Problem with a n***a I say it to they face f** steps to perfection I am a staircase Pull Bill O'Reilly's spine out You figure I'm a overdose before you even get official word, Amy Winehouse Mind of weaponry from the times of the Byzantines you talking metaphysically but Chino's metal physically The epitome of infinity and validity of my divinity half animal activity only monster in captivity Legitimately resurrect any gladiator from Sicily He won't pattern or manage to match my intensity mentally, I'm N.I.C.E [Verse 3] Now it's Chino everything You could be this nice in your next life or somethin' Just die and follow the light that's white like that Oslo gunman You rhyme like a woman that's got who*e ways Laughter's the best medicine so your records then should cure AIDS To quote my mom I'm a thick-skinned son of a b**h I'd walk through rose bushes for the thorns whenever I itched Was captured and branded And vanquished in an ancient anguish Faced embraced evasive hatred and made it my based language The horror carver the angry phantasma spittin' sangre en tu cara leave your head sliced on a silver platter Mañana manyaca I caca on your favorite Floca rapper Sick laughter witch crafter, this ba*tard is mastered Six pastors took ma**es to access The madness Monastic violence like Pontius Pilate's bandits given Jesus back whippings and lashes Viva Latino when Chino do a show They'll be nobody hustlin' outside of your local Home Depot Ridiculous flow perfected inside of my raps Greatness, a destination that you will not arrive at, never I hear the uncomfortable silence when I drop my verses It's agreed on by churches that I'm the idol you can worship Brolic and hypnotical in public or in solitude I'm liable to stomp and boggle the human mind to molecules Not bitter with a vendetta Just a mile ahead these non-spitters that are considered the fittest trend setters My penned sentence, like Lucifer was my babysitter Til I'm surrounded by every step daughter of Bruce Jenner Chino' significant even when I just speak and brag My birth certificate is printed on a Puerto Rican flag I'm N.I.C.E