Chino Xl - Styles Aint Raw

Song Rating: 7.13/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro] [Apathy talking]
Yeah, you know we came up on an era where everybody was original
Had to have their own style and sh**. Now everybody tryin to sound like everybody else

[Scratch Hook] [x4]
Im ill versatile, with the sk** no more
Wack MCs wanna flex but their styles aint raw - Dice Raw The Lesson Part II

[Verse One] [Apathy]
Its like I conjured demons
Got b**hes at my concert screamin
Like a naval recruiter they truly want the semen/sea men
Rip MCs at the seams leaved em stomped as cement
I bring these motherf**ers hell if they dont repent
Give em aneurysms when I start usin big words
So I speak to em real simple to em like Big Bird
This has been brought to you by the letter A
Better pray you get away when I let Berettas spray
Get erased, get replaced real quick in this rap biz
Like the long answers on a second grade math quiz
Stick to simplifying for you simple minded Simple Simons
This is simple science when I spit its signifying
That my spit is flyin
I could spit shine the suns surface
This verse is hot as fire, breathin dragons burpses
I hate to burst your bubble but you faggots been bottle fed
Noddin your noggins to what Im sayin like bobble heads
So boggle your mind and crack a bottle of wine
Over your dome till your skull is at the bottom of your spine
So dope you gotta rewind a lot of the rhymes
If Jesus Christ read my notebook then God will go blind

[Scratch Hook] [x4]
Im ill versatile, with the sk** no more
Wack MCs wanna flex but their styles aint raw - Dice Raw The Lesson Part II

[Verse Two] [Celph Titled]
When I speak its a problem
Im a beast and a goblin
f**in a MILF that closely resembles Marie Osmond
And Ive been
Layin in the cut mind controllin elephants
Stab your face with a tusk, orchestrator of d**h
I am a black reverend
Monitor your stats, its all you need is Monistat 7
Singin +Eye Of The Tiger+ but you in eyeliner
Mile high club, flight attendent goin down on a guy sky diver
Ed 209 malfunction 500 rounds
Im dumpin a Gatling gun to your dome
We act like dynamite inside a pumpkin
Sadistic appendages
My whole bodys evil
Havin fun with two guns hittin like
Some double desert eagles - Gang Starr You Know My Steez
We cop cars that look like cop cars
And got heli-copters to zero in on hella cop car
And send a missile at ya official tissue
Cause your track sound gayer than the +Mr. Wendell+ instrumental
Detrimental to your squad
Ill distance members and dis-member body parts
And gift rap em for this December

d**h is the plan
You will meet Ed McMahon when I clear you out
Cause bombs that I Publish be Clearing House

[Scratch Hook] [x4]
Im ill versatile, with the sk** no more
Wack MCs wanna flex but their styles aint raw - Dice Raw The Lesson Part II

[TV Show sample]
Look! Up in the sky. Its a bird! Its a plane! Its...

[Verse Three] [Chino XL}:
The Puerto Rican Superhero!
Yo, Im angry like my momma just beat me with a switch
Madder than Nick Cannon when Eminem be dissin his b**h
Big Chino is known to be a wild kid
Yall refuse to get tested
You know, that Pacquiao sh**
Where ever theres drama Imma fly and find the f**er
Beat him in the face till hes ugly like Ushers babys mama
I pray for your d**h and I pray that Im the cause of it
Idiot, k**in a blind man with his own walkin stick
Mind quickest simpliest riddles
I wittle all arithmetics
I memorize ridiculous, I can hypnotize a hypnotist
Spittin less than 33 ounces, still considered a liter/leader
My sk**s are far fetched like a Labrador Retriever
I mean I, keep a lot of balls
Only rivaled by the Gods of Mars
Watchin Myas a** shake on Dance With The Stars
My foes plot against me
My verbal molest and deserve to be put in chairs of electric
Like Roman Polansky
I put that I target artists on my resume
And place them in puddles of blood you can see 80 miles away
Your survival is decided by which side of the bed I wake up on
Worship the works of the wordsmith like it was a cross
My effect on women is hard to explain
I can piss on they head and convince them that its rain
Im vain
My six pack makin b**hes love me more
Get out of line and get punched like you Snookie on The Jersey Shore
My raw thoughts are awful
Im so twisted I could eat an iron nail and
sh** out a cork screw
My writtens are displayed inside of Egyptian pantheons
Chino is bananas
I spit pota**ium and calcium and ummm
You aint feelin my spillings? Only a minor loss
Cause I am bad to the bone like a rotting corpse
My word a monologue
Keep rappers scared to go up in the booth
Like its Magic Johnsons wifes vagina raw

[Scratch Hook] [x4]
Im ill versatile, with the sk** no more
Wack MCs wanna flex but their styles aint raw - Dice Raw The Lesson Part II

[Outro] [Celph Titled talking]
Yeah. The coalition of the spoken word crack cookers
Celph Titled. Apathy. Chino XL. Shuttin sh** the frrruck down
Buckwild. D.I.T.C. Forever and ever motherf**er

Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 18:43