[Featuring Ras Kass]

Verse One: Chino XL Ras Kass

You prayed for me and I came! How far you niggaz wanna push me?

I'm leaving the crowds happy like OJ Simpson when he got his first

white pussy

But I'm still annoyed blowin through your selenoid

Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd

Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale

by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail

You can hate me, but await me like I'm Magic Johnson's

death in a box with Jordan's pops that ass'll never take another

breath

cuz, I write the songs like Barry Manilow

I like my Sugar Brown like Hugh Grant fucked D'Angelo

Now I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately

He wasn't in the person of Master Farad Muhammad

Some often ask how can this nigga molest the English alphabet

in one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic

It's all in the mind like Johnny Mmemonic

Before my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics

to drain the phonics, amniotic fluids

Delivery, to get Nia deep in your Peeples like Howard Hewett

Half-Hitler, half-Jewish, I'm gassed off myself

Icono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics

Noxious I blows out the sockets I got your Adam's Apples in my pockets

Bullshit like Timmy McVey, like kiddie porn I'm getting popular

Popular, no ocular, MC's perp particular

but not quite yet perpendicular

Compound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso

I got Chino's back like a dorsal, fin

Comprehend, we bend men from within

Chorus: Chino, Ras

Your strength in numbers couldn't hit

The yellow nigga from the Gravity click

You don't give a fuck as long as bud gets lit

You're