Chino Xl - 2Pac Freestyle (Diss) lyrics

[Verse] In 1996 I get more d**h threats than Salman Rushdie Brothers wanna rush me, they wanna hush me And silence me like Jimmy Hoffa, Since I flips like a convertible (?) My billboard position leaving vertical You tough guy images faker than a surgery implant So I speak for myself like Teddy Pendergra** can Chino XL and Kevin Keith, the new age is drowning And I got 9 (?) slanging crack 5 o'clock in the morning With raw styles that's left of like shots, From Marvin Gayes pops Ain't no metaphors like the ones I got (haha) With perfect timing and I'm leaving crowds jumping like Dennis Rodman on some NBA jam sh** The nail in the coffin Leavin rich in bay, (?) Where do they find these people position fetal, Stab you like Joe Pesci in a casino So f** waiting to exhale, I got chickens waiting for XL to d**h do us apart like Howard Cosell I'm scorping you till through my lethal (?) You find them? Forget you and your path (?) to me you are useless, Like any chicken with a sored up vagina Controversial supposed (?) I froze you in like that video with heavy rotation on Nickelodeon I'm having flashbacks like Mary and Barry, cheap hotel rooms and hoes, violence and crack now who's style is that? Chino illest, poison pen syringes You couldn't be no star if you got thrown by chinese ninjas But you don't know me when the album couldn't tell ya How many n***as pray that Chino is a failure? Still have lipstick on your back if Suge didn't bailed ya Break your gla** sore, leavin you signin like Mahaila Approach this, watch the east coast get sick and approach this, My grip tight like roach clips, While I roast 2pac whole, Promote this, shirt blood soakin, gettin it opened Where you from anyway? LA? Oakland? Hobokan? I'm God manifested on earth, You out of bounds, it wasn't no criminal county and records from digital underground You can't rhyme, better carry a tech, since you will marry your neck And I can see your strings, You can't offend me,?? Mitty, trendy, You's a little midget pumpin n***a poppin sh** like little penny Mics nickel-plated, sun-bath, think fast, syncopated Illest syllables that have your bald head deflated I waited patiently, now I'm an ill furiously Till this whole world take me seriously, Curiously Get shot severe, I watched your career develop That's cause you survived five shots, Survive five once I bring my lyrical onslaught You walk around tough like that a** from in box corp Once I start it's critical, n***as get touched and your eyes is turnin black like an angel from Bone Thugs' video All you hear is ambulance sirens And Pac boxed since you were last cryin on Oprah like he Dennis Rodman n***a You ain't never ever seen drama, f** you and your dope fiend mama n***as is shady, I shed ya california blood and k** Brenda's baby Get around these nuts n***as don't play me Recognize my face and turn that a** in the back of a Mercedes that's full laced like a Madonna wardrobe in the 80's Pinning lyrically, uh, provocative, 2pacalypse battling me is preposterous Wrapping my yellow hands around your esophagus, and your face turn purple like it was leeky leek A n***a with one ball shouldn't speak I grab my crotch when I see 2pac (haha) He needs police protection, I'm blackin out like Martin Lawrence on the side of an intersection I tried to warn n***as, 2pac is country as them hatin em livin in a barn n***as... [Outro: Radio host and Chino XL speaking] "- ohhhhhhh... yes... Oh my God.. Uh, Chino on that note though I can tell that you and uh 2Pac are good friends, huh? -There's no beef..."