If our collide (It's my world) I hope you know one of us gon' die (It's my world) It be me cus I was born to rise (Yo, my world) So when the war I you on my side (It's my world, It's my world, my world)
{*Repeat Chino from Sway and Tech's "The Anthem"] Chino the world go round... [Scratching Nas "Hate me Now"] The Illest... Blame God he blew in my lungs...
1] Don't it a comeback... I've been here for I'm like a record deal Select ending anyone's career But does anyone care? And did anyone dare try ya? I got the world up my daddy should've named me tailor I'll ya' like I knock at the front door when the rents due The true, lyrical O.G., shine's Rhymes digital decibels Louder then Rhymes wardrobe, and I've been foretold Ain't a tough cat in your zip code, city or Will I become immortal and make you a R.I.P. mural Complete artist rendering on how you used to be proving you're mortal victory to Chi Underneath and candles from your friends and family The walls are reminded you never fucked with me I take it to f-a-c-e but don't respond Cus I'm the big dog, the world's a fire that I piss upon
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2] Yo, yeah, yo... 360 of unadulterated rhyme You must be inebriated to challenge mine My distance is so accurate anytime laps cameras it Tearing time's fabric, no exaggerate Thirty five thousand Giga hard drives only could store of it That the half of it, I spit the blood of Christ on a catholic Lyrics specialist ain't this a rip shit so effortless Smoke method with Method Man chased by thirty Methodists Seven day adventist this and try to prevent this So I curse the Motto leaving them praying/preying like the mantis Perform in front of Mormons they banished up in piss Start between Amish 'til they turn to Blood and Crips Go to war with four continents make turn protestant Bill Clinton's advisors like at what your big mouth got us in Give the world Resurrect ?Isaac Raveen? then the extinction of all of Germany Blanket the in darkness for all eternity I'm like Vernon Jordan on the stand purgery resurrect Hannibal, To show Italianos how African they are for of us as animals I'll Mussolini, Piss in his hat and show him with all his and gases couldn't see me Resurrect Idi and Hitler Then sit around war stories to show whose mind is sicker And full of hatred, ain't far cus if it was Biggie would still be here and these rappers would be dead
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3] [I have survived] Twenty-four years of poor [I have survived] My claiming I wasn't raw [I have Being shot at and stabbed while on tour [I have survived] Millions of stealing my metaphors For three years, broken down that's thirty six Twenty six two hundred eighty hours holding a grudge A non-vocalist drama belonging in the So raw I'm charging my reflection for in the mirror Your flows ancient, I'm the prehistoric stages I flip vocal booths equipped with bars and cages Temperature rise you're faint when my heat fell You wish for death like Lady Di she'd wore a seat belt Seek help, May Day, S.O.S. Dot dot dash... I'll beat ass in Morse Code Your rhyme like syndrome I make you home For sleeping on my Puerto skin tone (Leave him alone) And I don't give a who you get... I don't give a fuck if Jesus write verses and Satan and God produced it I don't a fuck if Puff signed it I don't give a what old school rapper you getting outta retirement I'm on my own dick like a man in solitary enough pollution to destroy the whole environment Chino again Lose your hearing from my Sell CD's? Shit, I sold water to Noah the flood
2X*} [Scratching from and Tech's "The Anthem"] Chino the world go round... Nas from] The Illest... Blame God he breath in my lungs...