I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I call her ***** like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna **** us (ha)
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you ****ers (yeah), cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah)
~ Banks Victory '04
Well this Bun-B ***** and I'm the king
I'm movin' chickens got 'em finger lickin'
Stickin' nigga's who be trippin'
You need a swift kickin' yo azz is right for the pickin'
Now down as my pocket's stickin'
I be thinkin' nigga's slippin' you sick
When I be clickin' now take a look at the
Bigger nigga Marl liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch digger figure
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and quiver
I'm free from nigga you wetter den a river
For what it's worth it's suburblous some nigga's doin' dirt
**** her first and take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a
Blister bastard **** her sister faster
Hit the elbro for sale yo
Brother better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo ****in' yell get the scale
No other bullet duck or get shoved
Inside this game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker's they love us
Make them class dick suckers
Check they jelly like smoker's
I hit like nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus
This for my muth****er's
Cookin' cheese to crooked geez
Rockin' up quarter key's
Just to get the hook with ease
Wanna bee's get on yo knee's
Fill the squeeze from them HK one three's
>From here to over sea's
We do what we please
No trip cuz we flip
Light up a dip
I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy Skip
That nigga Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my Barile
Flyin' through yo belly belly and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so have a
Mother****in' Sweet and smile
~ Classic Shit. If you don't know this shit don't even ****ing talk to me 😛.
Originally posted by Blue_Hefneri really like his voice. its unique and stands out when it comes to tracks with alot of mc's. like the track '616 Rewind' off 'Will Rap for Food'. His voice helps his verse stand out, but thats just my opinion.
Just wondering what you guys think are some good punches from Celph Titled. I would try to listen to some of his music but his voice is too annoying.
[Celph-titled]
I'll be a mythic author,
Writing poems on tombstones
Celph-titled and, nigga you couldn't bring home
I'm at the crib wit your ***** givin' me slow head
Split you up in more peices than when Jesus broke bread
My click is raw, be prepared when you meet us
Kill an unborn baby and you still couldn't de-fetus (ooh)
I don't battle with rhymes,
I'd rather battle with nines
Instead of using my mind
I'd rather shatter your spine
The closest you ever came to a punch line,
Was waiting for refreshments at the prom in '89
I'm super crafty, super nasty, super rhaspy
****in' bitches with super asscheeks
You ****ing faggots don't know the wrong speeches
I beat a ***** untill her whole body turns to cleavage
I'm hyperactive so I drink decaffinated
My left jab is fatal, leave your cats decapitated!
Originally posted by B dot Rob
I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer (uh huh)
And flip when I call her ***** like she Queen Latifah (haha)
Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper (yeah)
This shit gon' get uglier than the Master P sneaker
I'm slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers (uh)
So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna **** us (ha)
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckers (say what?)
I'll sick rottweiler's on you ****ers (yeah), cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero (uh huh)
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried
besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh)
You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah)
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy (woo)
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah)
Here's the rest of the verse
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
Niggas find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
your advance is a grey acura
see these record labels got most artists gettin ****ed like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that monitor the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a ****, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's burgundy, White T, burgundy
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishin gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
My fav. chino Xl song
Your molecules are now in motion
Hypnotic effect
So check the way you move
on your complexes
Inferiority complex
I got you carrying glocks and tecs
And got you feeling hesitant
to step on stage and represent
It's your complex that rips and wrecks your confidence
Creates paranoias inside of your mind when you rhyme
The term Chino's Latin
But I got black soul
Flows I creates "Unforgettable" like Nat King Cole
Bulletholes through the shields of your Landcruiser (your click)
My click is stoned like they eyes gazed upon Medusa
Makin this picture clearer
It gets weirder than incest
Knowledge my name, I'm on a different plane like Herve Villachez
Getting the people hyped like Monday Night at the Improv
Dive in Ricki's Lake plus I Rush like Limbaugh (hey)
I will detach your limbs, there ain't no wins if you test mine
You won't be coming back again like Sinbad's sitcom
I think they wanna battle
You blew up like Roseanne's belly
Your style's too old to do me like Aaliyah and R. Kelly
Fear and superstition could get iller than circumcision
And things could get more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin
My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin
Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous combustion (kill all my)
Kill all my complexes make any crowd scream and yell
Oppose and catch a bullet in your back like Philip Pannell
It's your complex that makes you buy a fake Rolex
To impress the next big butt big breast like it's a contest
Materialistic complex, I make you worship an Ac' or Lex'
Now that you're feel inadequate you're cashin checks for sex
But see, I'm from a small town called (***** please)
so don't seize the thought
Now see she's caught, go see your daddy for child support
Your complex it got your mind inside a group home
I got you puttin that suit on
**** them crabs you spend your loot on
Euphorically, categorically, Chino rips shit historically
*inhale*
Puff you like sensi, rob your shit like Jodeci
Better hope your girl don't notice me
You was a platinum artist 'til the complex got into ya
But I spread new rap styles like prostitutes spread chlamydia
Grammy nominee, wit yaself you ain't in harmony
Now I'm hearing you wanna bring it on to me
Fresh off your tour you don't want no verbal war
Better stay in your Lexus
I was creating metaphors this morning while you were selecting
which credit card to pay for that *****'s breakfast with
Your car is painted like the Sistine Chapel
But you still couldn't get a piece of that *****'s ass
if you had a scalpel
I'm rough as HELL, CRUSH YOUR CREW, turn you into beetles
Eat a porcupine, PUH, spit out the needles
Bzzz bzzz, my shit is fly you can ask anyone
I'm not MTV so I can leave you Dead at 21
People stand amazed (how could you go on a killing craze)
Cause my heart is blacker than the cotton fields in the slavery days
**** friends long as a ***** bends (Benz) like Mercedes
Invade your mental like U.S. troops invaded Haiti's
Ladies, that are Latin be lovin me more than Desi Arnez but
My voice be aggravatin bitches like Rosie Perez SO
I breaks a virgin's hymen open like the seventh seal
"I'm givin them, somethin, they, can feel"
I explore a woman's vaginal region like Lewis and Clark (please
douche)
I might decide to eat the bush like Sandra Bernhardt
Now even the Japanese girls wanna blow me like I'm Sony
But like Mike and that Presley *****, the relationship is phony
(phony)
So baby we can do it, take your time, do it right
The whole game's like Richie Valens it should never take flight
(uh-huh)
I don't need gold singles to purchase phallic symbols
I keep my Queen, you keep chasin materialistic bitches, yo
Wreckin this it's your complex
they got you feelin mad depressed
You can't rest, from the stress
wondering what they gonna do next
Your complex is the wall they got your back up against
Intense pressure got you feelin like without em you just worthless
The term Chino
Goes synonymous with corpses flipped
But never celebrated like Hanukkah in Auschwitz
My complex flips
Where'd he get that vain kind of mindframe?
Cause I've been rippin this way since MC's was just a labor pain
Underground for far too long but now I will be surfacin
Spray from my brain on the train -- like Colin Ferguson
They say I go too far but pop radio playin me
Like FCC stands for -- ****in Chino's Crazy
But I make TLC stand for They Love Chino when I terrify
You'll never eat Chili cuz I'm an arsonist like Left-Eye
But I can't forget I, heard you say you'll leave me deceased, PLEASE
That's famous last words like the I Have a Dream speech
Beats fat like Melodie sweet like Bellamy
You're gellin me more than niggaz at PMD shows be yellin for E
They try to diss cuz I don't have that, I have this (chances are)
They tryin to make me soft like Johnny Mathis
**** strike a nerve, I massacre strike a main vein
One line from my brain could turn Bar Mitzvah's into Soul Train
"But I'm still standin", keepin straight
And marijuana helped me to escape like it was Al Cowlings
Still rippin shit, no videos and no Source ad
I live the type of life that could make Hammer say It's All Bad
(hahahaha)
Put it on, one class of car that I can afford has not been built
I can't afford cookies, that's even though I'm labelmates with Milk
It's like Wayne's World cuz they say that "I'm not worthy!"
My company is ****in me like Arsenio does Eddie Murphy
Industry kills, I go for the throat
I treat you all like Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston's marriage-
One big joke
It's your complex that got your carryin glocks and tecs
It's your complex that got you cashin checks for sex
It's your complex why you scared of what I'm gonna say next
Chino X, ninety-five ninety-six no complex
my favorite chino xl song
Chino XL- Water
[Hook]
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
It's been the same with every girl I had
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
Why else would a woman wanna treat a man so bad
[Verse 1]
She was everything I needed
Atleast that's what god's contract between us stated
After 25 years of my experience of her lack of maternal instincts
I found I've defeated all odds to make it
Without a mama's love now I feel out of place
Extra wounds for a man who's never seen his father's face
As mama freebased the money for my high school tuition
From my stepfather's home I would always catch an eviction
Or a swift punch to the face
Bleeding rivers of red, fled to any quiet place
I couldn't believe that she said
He meant more to her than I did, just goodbye kid
I hope you die kid is what I viewed through my busted eyelids
I slit my wrist and sit and watch the droplets run on the floor
My cousin kicked in the door, nigga I was at war
With who was supposed to be my life bringer
The all knower, my nourisher, my aspiration encourager
I figured the fault's due to how my uncle assaulted you
And grandma died still believing it wasn't true
But I'm your only child, how can you turn your back on me
I cannot accept your apology
I'm sorry you dead to me mommy
[Hook]
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
It's been the same with every girl I had
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
Why else would a woman wanna treat a man so bad
(Treat a man so bad so bad so bad.
You need someone to love you) It must be in the water
[Verse 2]
Why you making me leaving you much more feasable than staying
I gave you everything, please be reasonable
You're my queen by which all other women will be judged
I wanted to die so much with nobody to trust
Deep down, I felt that she was just another liar
Now I wouldn't spit on her if she was on fire
Presice way to describe it, damn I shoulda been out
Our relationship a hand grenade, you just pulled the pin out
No doubt, my world was on the rocks
My life a car crash on the side of the road, y'all slowin down to watch
I'ma leave silently tonight, you'll never find me
I guess i'm tired of seeing my best friend's car parked in my driveway *****
[Hook]
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
It's been the same with every girl I had
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
Why else would a woman wanna treat a man so bad
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
Yeah, it's in the water
[Verse 3]
I met you 8 years ago
Your smile captivated my soul which was miserable
I fell in love with you instantly
I knew I wanted to protect you from this world
You were related to my girl
And even after only one year of your life
Your intelligence and love for me shined so bright
I was only 17 but it didn't take me long
To realize that I wanted to raise you as my own
And although biologically there is no tie that binds
There is no blood test that could tell me you ain't mines
And its never been kept a secret for who your real father is
But that mother****er don't know what your favorite color is
And he don't know in school what your favorite subject is
And when you have bad dreams at night you call my name not holler his
And sometimes I wonder if you found me or I found you
And I would never say a bad word about that man around you
The older you get, the closer we get, It's harder for me
I hate the way your mom's family gives us family priority
Or authority when he told child support Look she ain't mines
Where was they when he was giving your moms black eyes
But the fact lies and now whatever
Our last name's the same
And you and your sister's future is filled with anything you dream
But I gotta realistically look upon tomorrow
To the first time you get upset at me and say You ain't my father
[Hook]
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
It's been the same with every girl I had
It must be somethin' in the water they drink
Why else would a woman wanna treat a man so bad
(Treat a man so bad so bad so bad.
You need someone to love you) It must be in the water
Up in them five star tellies sayin two mic rhymes
be them average emcees of the times.
Unlike them, we craft gems.
So systematically inclined to pen lines
without sayin’ a producers name
all over the track.
Yeah I said it! What 'cha need ta do, is get back
to reading credits. (We the Medics)
Alphabetically stuck on that A grade shit, now
quit now, before we pour that sure shot
pure rock co kane flow
De La Soul- Rock Co. Kane Flow
Inspektah Deck on "Above the Clouds"
Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred -- triple extra large
Wild like rock stars who smash guitars
Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage
and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad
And they deserve ruin like ancient Rome; I span the universe
and return to Earth to claim my throne
The maker, owner, plus soul controller
Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud's my sofa
Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what
Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust?
Who but us, to supply you with the fire?
The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof
On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe
Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died
I notified families, we shed tears and mourn
but our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on
Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function
Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin
When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with
humungous effect in the world we could have conquered it
Masta killa on "Glaciers of Ice"
Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
Degrees of punishment increase intensely
Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
But the battle was won by swords being swung
Slicing with a vocal
From the international vocalist
Ya style is too local to **** with this
Offensive antagonist
No assistance movin motionless
Mysterious swiftness
Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain
Mental gives the signal to the physical
Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
Violent temperments
No continents dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries start
GZA from "Shadowboxin'"
I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke mother****in backs like Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporate
indsutry, but what them niggaz can't see
must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from June to June
While niggaz bite immediately if not soon
Set to lynchin, and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vacumn tubes compressions
cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session
GZA from "Cold World"
...but with iron on the side thugs took no excuses,
therefore, your fifty-two hand blocks were useless
links were snatched off necks, left scars on throats
jackets took after bullets ripped through coats
against those who felt the cold from the steel
made them fold and squeal once the metal hit the temple of his grill.
Construction worker who was caught for his bomber
no time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmer
and it's bug how some n***az catch slugs
and pockets dug from everything except check stubs
and it does sound ill
like wars in Brownsville
or fatal robberies from Red Hook
where feds look
for fugitives that shoot cops n***az laying on rooftops
for his C.R.E.A.M. was stashed in a shoebox
but it was hot and the streets filled with young killers
you don't suspect so cops creep like caterpillers
and born thieves they hooded
with extra bullets
those who try to flee they hit the vertabrae
increase the murder rate.
Similar to hitmen who pull techs and then
drop those who crack like tacos from Mexicans
rampant like receipients cashing checks again
back to the muthaf***ing spot on Lexington.