Chino Xl - Crooked I & Chino XL Freestyle lyrics

[Crooked I] I spit impossible rhymes Full of philosophical lines My phenomenal shine Leave every one of your opticals blind Run you over when it's apocalypse time I'm half-man, half-diesel like Optimums Prime co*kin' this nine to pop ya Permanent disfigurement have you rockin' Half a mask like the Phantom of the Opera Mach three is how fast I'll drop ya Walk back to five's the speed they clocked the Hatchet, affect, deliberately chopped ya You thought you had it win here Like watchin' p**no flicks with six chicks I'm the hardest one in here Straps on the New Year We bust like every night's New Years Cerebral hemisphere's get blew here It's really no need to cuss and fuss Just Hop out of the bushes scratched up From the brush and bust I make the angriest atheist praise me, if not He's feelin' the simultaneous pain of a shot And I shake his pancreas Maybe it's my instantaneous plots The craziest emcee couldn't face me If an alien gave him this thoughts Kamikaze's regulate I strap a time bomb under my trench coat And hug you till it detonates I was brainwashed by NWA and BDP I'm the year 2000 version of the DOC And when Crooked I spot these fake cliques They better be able to dodge bullets like The Matrix or take six I'm so ominous in dominant in prominent hip-hop conglomerate On this continent I'm bombin' it When Icon ill out I spit out rhymes so offensive even Chino will tell me to chill-out [Chino XL] I don't care what nobody spits Or what they kick I punch them in the throat And watch them choke like the Knicks But why all these rappers want to rhyme like me Your words should be like Jon B worships black ponani And push me to the point I wanna smack 'em yo To try to steal my fans like Chico did to D'Angelo's But if imitation were an a**et There will be nothin' left of me but j**elry, fifty-two teeth And a belt buckle My sk**s are to die for During writers block I still create this timeless lines of wisdom Like they pa** the lips of Buddha Who the sharp shooter that's claimin' That they gonna k** me When they see me Wouldn't aim that remote at a hundred inch color TV I'm all for the heezy See that your record company done hired Chino XL to come and repossess their deal back I put the fly to your eye Like Ethiopians starvin' Life tedious task You no longer have to take pardon You shouldn't have start 'em You done, done it Go purchases a microscope to read the list of rappers names that won it My brain deserve its own infomercial For the how it thinks You can't be safe by coppin' Tae-Bo with Billy Blanks I turn on sinks I rock to rhythm of the water drops that run out Then I freestyle continuously Til the whole reservoir done run out And I walk with gun out For cats that want to start something I shine like I control the sun's Off and On bu*ton Oh, what was that? You got by hit by Chino electricity I'm black when it's convenient like Mariah's ethnicity Multiplicity I'm out hunting my clones Rap's turning out more sweet proteges Than Quincy Jones My style Pendergra** shoes Never touch the ground Mocked you so high You don't remember it's a sound I'm Jim Brown in his day Toughest cat to tackle I'll leave your brain hanging out Like Chris Rock's adam's apple I'm so rare Battling Chino XL's like Africa Yeah they talk about it But they don't really want to go there I'm corrupted Here it comes You better duck quick Yeah, haha