Chino Xl - Type lyrics

[Intro: Ras Ka** & Luckyiam.PSC] Tommy, this for Kelani Luck & Lana k** the Computer What up Ras? Chino [Verse 1: Luckyiam.PSC] (Y'all remember? Uh) I remember when we used to go to seminars Peddling our demos outta rentals spittin' hella bars Met Kelani he was dancin' took us to the Cars Carson if you really ain't knowin' it could get you lost Just some Southern Califorina dope rhyme sangers Mixed in with backpackers, taggers & g**ners Met Snoop one time out at Rap Pages Back before Deep Cover dropped, life is outrageous It's stages to this rap sh** real spit Rappers now days ain't had to pay them dues, b**h (nah) Now that don't take away from how them doots spit But really when we talkin' bout that true, this be that true sick [Chorus: Luckyiam.PSC] Shoot ya shot little homie, get ya game tight Yeah we got the same mics, but we ain't the same type Nah, we ain't the same type Nope, we ain't the same type Shoot ya shot little homie, get ya game tight Yeah we got the same mics, but we ain't the same type Nah, we ain't the same type Nope, we ain't the same type [Verse 2: Ras Ka**] If you love rap then be a fan before being the man Real pa**ion put into plan, he just a flash in the pan They get hot online, three-sixty deal signed Have success with one single, lose they rabid-a** mind And bye (bye,) new n***a next summer Half bitin', half eatin', ghostwritin' it's no wonder Y'all can't survive in the deep water I'll hit your a** like a mako shark, turn it into pink water New Music Seminar, N-Y-C Jay-Z was outside destroyin' cyphers in nine-three Before the billionaire, there was Hawaiian Sophie Supernat was inside winnin' a rap battle trophy The point is, they earned that right to hold that mic Clowns think you deserve fame overnight That's why I'm laughin', I remember The Gavin Most of y'all accidents, should have never happened [Chorus: Luckyiam.PSC] Shoot ya shot little homie, get ya game tight Yeah we got the same mics, but we ain't the same type Nah, we ain't the same type Nope, we ain't the same type Shoot ya shot little homie, get ya game tight Yeah we got the same mics, but we ain't the same type Nah, we ain't the same type Nope, we ain't the same type [Verse 3: Chino XL] (Take 'em back) Rick Rubin signed me at sixteen with a dream and a bookbag of lyrics Hopin' I could be like LL or some other kindred spirit (yeah) My contributions pushed this culture farther, wrote smarter The syllable harder than artists that grew up impoverished without a father (shhh) But rap now is embarra**in' and average at best But I'm arrogant about the era that I'm married to and blessed To be one of the characters that parented verse progress The lyric labyrinth it's albino how you pale in comparison The subject matters and patterns is spattered and pa**ed (yeah) It's definitely missed you're a deafening mess I bring d**h superior, you hear it, breath control like my lungs are possessed (yes) Wasn't just a dream we had kings like Craig G and Big Daddy Kane Admiring Kool G Rap and his vast brain Back in the day, you wack, you got your a** sprained Couldn't be numbed by aspirin I spitted acid rain put you in a casket frame I'm related to the Taíno and African slaves That wilded out crazy when the master came You ba*tards wouldn't have lasted a day (it's crazy) I've been embraced by LA since since Aceyalone the great Took me to the Good Life in ninety-one, I spit an hour straight See I'm the titan, tightest type, that could out-type a typist when I write Creating a violent virus whenever I'm mic'd (every time) Personally I find it ironic that the flows I vomit From eighty-nine as a child are better than y'all modern rhymin' now Plastic rhymin' style, fight for the crown, they been biter proud Purest, not Niagra bound, made for the tourist and watered down (yeah) [Chorus: Luckyiam.PSC] Shoot ya shot little homie, get ya game tight Yeah we got the same mics, but we ain't the same type Nah, we ain't the same type Nope, we ain't the same type Shoot ya shot little homie, get ya game tight Yeah we got the same mics, but we ain't the same type Nah, we ain't the same type Nope, we ain't the same type