Chino Xl - Eye (The Stomp) lyrics

[Hook] I know it gets no better than this When I'm on my Detroit, New Jersey, Los Angeles sh** That's it I have a whole crowds pumping their fist Feeling like it when we was kids It'd be bliss If I had one wish I'd have Proof and J.Dilla both back in this b**h I miss You let the weed smoke flow from your chest And thank God that hip hop exists When I spit [Verse 1] And now back with a vengeance But you'se like Oprah Winfrey with a thousand Steadmans Break you open like a crab and picking off the [?] Blessed making a living, my show's an essence Having lots of women in attendance Listening to this murderous race of creature infecting all time itself Just with my vibe a**istance Please don't try this at home Drums sounding like Hannibal's elephants marching on their way to conquering Rome And the patron saint of vain giving a f** what a hater think Whipping your a** like Marvin Gaye's dad when he would cross-dress and drink Leaving a residue of d**h and destruction in this edifice Clipping the wings off Pegasus Restlessness from the absence of a trusted mother's gentleness Cash up her stash stick it in Burt Reynold's sh** Monstrous, no conscious Collabing with the ghost of rappers I've k**ed that d**h hasn't been fast enough to process yet Throwing b**hes out of moving cars like Gucci Mane It's all fun and games until a Chino versus plan I'll push your face in the desert and watch your lungs expand Filling up with sand Shaking like radiation that's leaking from Japan Paying for my karmic debt Like Christians in the Colosseum singing while lions tearin' you to shreds It's colder than Pittsburgh, this spic's disturbed The women whisper, it's Mr. Disappear With Your Sister Prepare to be in the air when Gabriel's horn blows But Malakai ain't got nothing on the evil under these cornrows Your cars spinning with chrome's not a significant goal I'm guiding the flesh with the flows like Leviticus chose Your frail brittle (?) nose gets finished and exposed Get exposed sitting on a Venice throne of skin and skulls Chino's back, and it's the illest situation It's like the second coming of Christ and every Latino celebrating [Hook] [Verse 2] Still carrying them cyanide capsules If we collide I'm beating the ink outta your tattoos The bonafide Jesus, divine statue Ravenous like baboons in a bad mood with scalpels Beat a racist judge bloody with his own gavel in the study Tie him up in the bathroom, he steady trying to make an apology Psychology anomaly never did it for bank roll f** Mayan calendars the world can't end till Chino say so Keep making my enemies' women adore me They be like stop hating on Chino before my birthday Please take me to see him performing Homie just listen you're respected in the end I know your eyes can only see what your mind's prepared to comprehend My pen's the solution My heart's an aquarium full of sharks dying of pollution (get him) Get in the way of me feeding my daughters You'll be leaking internal organs in alphabetical order A revolutionary predator extra terrestrial dangerous monster You a predator pervert and Chris Hansen ought to hunt ya (k** him) Catch you I k** you on ya city block, get really robbed For the petty blot you said on that sh**ty blog Have you taking off j**elry like it's burlesque Roadk** n***a, tire tracks across your bird chest Your humor is silly thinking it's sweet until I came Painting the front of your momma's house with your dead remains I'm the dark mythical god with physical strength that's epitomized Could push my handprints in the Walk of Fame after the cement dries My place in history's established, my quotables acid In heaven my name's engraving on Moses stone tablets That's your pen in my casket I'll scribble on hell's fabric Unlock me from Pan's Labyrinth And whoever said you could rhyme, they lied It's ugly like the maid That Schwarzenneger had a baby by, on the side Got a love for hip-hop that could never be lost Even if it ignores me like the media ignored slavery and Armenian holocaust Because I push the limits and pivot the spirit That'll pa**ionate poetic lyricist with progressiveness I've written serious limitless sick poetic symbolous images With no mainstream encouragements But I've had the pleasure of Working with Dilla and Proof And that's enough for one life to carry on [Hook]