Buried in Vocabulary - Chino XL

I snatch the mic from you clowns, refuse to wait my turn

This is the art of emceeing, to whom it may concern

I’m loony, wait, disturbed, I act like I truly can’t discern

Right from wrong, ignite the chrome, you stupid lames get burned

The gat claps, call the llama gonorrhea

Brrap, that’s onomatopoeia, now your crew gets placed in urns

I kick styles, I didn’t need the kudetai to learn

The world is mine, I’m the son of the dude who makes it turn

I’m God’s descendant, I’m exceptionally clever

Immaculate conception, like my inception was better

Him, yeah, I’m him, my perception is extra-sensory

Consider me perfection’s successor

Rappers pray to me, not in the direction of Mecca

I’m outside the matrix, I’m in the Nebuchadnezzar

We real MC’s connecting together

From the garden state to the golden state, our depth can’t be measured

Rough and raw crank, clutch my balls, wait

I’m balls deep in your mind, fuck what y’all think

You in some deep shit like you crawled out of Shawshank

I’m shot calling like I shot the ball and I called 'Bank'

This is that murder, murder, mu-murderous murder show

I’m an insurgent in surgeon, cause with this burner I’m surgical

Call my weapon the Special Olympics cause that .38's a pro

You turned into the fuck’m station, name it FM radio

My gun will draw and stutter, blucka blucka, raw and gutter

I’ll go call your mother and that slut’ll swallow all my nut up

'Till she cough my son up and that fucker is also your brother

I do him like Brenda, nigga get tossed in a dumpster

Make no mistake, I’m the greatest atheist, niggas know me

As they savior so pray or I’m making you niggas holy

Faker than silicone, you gay cause you niggas only

Going in on some shit when you raping your little homie

You niggas thinking you’re sick, come and get your flu shots

After shots flew, drop you, then your crew drop

I’m letting a couple more fly, call that a new flock

Shots might break south, bullets through ya tube socks

I’ll squeeze the MAC, leave you flat

Become a thing of the recent past

The only time your family sees you is when they dreamin, thinking back

Heat’ll clap, leave you cats leaking for thinking and speaking bad

Put you niggas asleep in a bag, and I ain’t speaking on sleeping bags

You say you on top of the city, like you Nino Brown

I’m able to leap tall buildings in a single bound

My shots leave your head spinning, fuck drunk or tipsy

I pull up, niggas break like the lunch truck is with me

I’ll leave a punk chump slumped, such a fucking pity

I fuck monastery bitches, nuns fucking with me

Hold a sec, I’mma thumb through my mental rap rolodex

And ass rape dummies, crash test dummy, I’m known to wreck

You make me sick to my stomach, your flow upset my solar plexus

I’ll blow the TEC, now you inhale like you trying to hold ya breath

Nigga, I’m about as bad as your luck from a mirror crack

I’ll twist a nigga’s head near his back 'till I hear a snap

These niggas so soft that they gushy (less dangerous)

Yes, wankstas, (they rookies), sex changes, (fake pussies)

My flow’s hot and liquid, it belongs in a f’n thermos

Toxic hot spit, send you niggas epidermis

Test and learn that death is hurtin'

Get urked when TECs is burstin'

Get murked when weapon’s spurtin'

Leave holy as a reverend’s sermon

I got these niggas wondering, how could a villain be so nice

I don’t mean the internet, when I say I’m killing them on site

I’m dope, I’m great white, a great white from the beach

Want beef?

The clips to my pistols all that’s gon' come in peace

I’m spittin' it intricate, I belong to a sin syndicate

With infinite ways of killin' shit, and discriminantly I am different

Magnificently significant, specifically causing pestilence

I’m the infamous, God’s instrument

Chino born of a hideous chrysalis with pistol whips

No questions, my impression is you feelin' nervousness

See heaven and hell, both ignoring your prayers

Keep talking, motherfucker, I’m killing your parents

Every nightmare got a Chino appearance

Ghetto vampire, no reflection in the mirrors

Turn your lights off, it’s about to get serious

This is the type of song that’ll make you change careers

Lyricy, terror see, never see, heresy, jealousy, lunacy, menacing

Energy, fantasy, medicine, pedigree

And I see hemorrhaging enemies in prison and banished

Do 'em like venison and take advantage of 'em

You can bet that I be cuttin' like a mad man Russian

Everybody wanna kill the Puerto Rican superhero

Till they hear the evil and they see the chainsaw buzzing

Chino’s an animal outside your castle with catapults

From mass assaults with more soldiers and dogs than any land can hold

Launching, aiming flaming fire crossbows through the air and fog

Tear apart the endless walls and tears and scars and weird remarks

Pray I’m lost beneath the forest, stinkin' corpse deep in the morgue

But the beast evolved, speak to God, unsheath my sword (So meet the Moore)

Send in the military minotaurs

Bullets melt through you’re Mercede’s metal doors

Raw like bully bizarre

You’ll be a skeleton skippin' skillfully through the graveyard

Medici madman, I got a gattle and it ain’t matter

And I stay clappin' and straddlin' fragments of clavicle in chin

Collected in a medical metal tin

Straight jacket, insane bastard, for a strange jackal

To his face fractured from evasive cactus

I’m the breed that’ll feed a human centipede laxatives

My work ethic is epic, ethnic, eccentric, electric

Unexpectedly eclectic

It’s nothing to get the women naked

I’ll hop in a time machine and petition your birth

And get it signed by anyone that will ever walk on the face of this Earth

Not Luciferian, stop worrying about this brother Chino

That’s unnecessary like fertility drugs in Puerto Rico

You’re now witnessing the RICANstruction experience

Change my name to miscarrage, Chino’s the sicV