Artist: Chino XL Album: RICANstruction: The Black Rosary Song: N.I.C.E. Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!" [Intro: Chino XL] I FEEL NICE! Yeah! I feel, I feel very blessed and And nice as I'm, bringin this to y'all It's like the words just fit perfect And I, feel right at home behind this mic device Lyrics still matter Now It's Chino Everything~! [Chino XL] For the next three minutes plus, you gotta admit when I'm rhymin it's nice, your heart is my piņata My wordplay will astound, I'll make your mom say wow Ironically "wow" is the word "mom" upside-down Tryin to separate myself from my bizarre persona like a rabid cadaver tryin to stab his own organ donor I walked a kilometer, I tried to be calm and not empty this liquid Molotov lava shot into your yarmulke Pardon my lava algorithm - stab a married coward laughin Bratty children, slap his wisdom, this isn't sadomasochism It's a crass addiction and dastardly diction Have you tap out of submission, a beast like Baptista the Puerto Rican edition (It's crazy!) The script phenomenon with a Smith Corona typewriter the "Unabomber" Ted Kaczynski wrote his manifesto on America better invest in its urban environment or get demonished like them London riots (yeah!) I'm pissin on Arizona immigration laws outside of my vehicle with Casey Anthony's severed head hangin from my rear-view I'm outta my mind, that ancient from the cellar evil Bein blind, even Helen Keller's favorite color was +chino+ I'm NICE! [Interlude: Chino XL] Yo, this is one of them days when you just feel nice, y'knahmean? Like when the words just come nice, knahmean? Behind this mic I feel home, son I feel HOME RICANstruction! Now It's Chino Everything~! [Chino XL] I use a verse as a murder weapon, words shreddin Sometimes livin in Hell's givin the best view of Heaven (yeah!) Come witness my venomous threat, Chino is death's pet Born without a heart, created straight from Satan's chemistry set Will I ever be outshined still remains to be seen 'til I'm in a museum with a sign, "Remains to be seen" You watchin a man that's standin at the crossroads Not a poor soul whose flow is softer than them "Glee" episodes (FUCK outta here!) You'd think I'm starvin how hard I'm chargin the scenery Beautifully how you figured that the Garden of Eden would be (okay) Problem with a nigga I say it to they face FUCK steps to perfection, I am a staircase Pull Bill O'Reilly's spine out You figure I'm a overdose before you even get official word, Amy Winehouse Mind of weaponry from the time of the Byzantines You talkin metaphysically but Chino's metal physically The epitome of infinity and validity of my divinity Half animal activity; only monster in captivity Legitimately resurrect any gladiator from Sicily He won't pattern or manage to match my intensity mentally I'm NICE! [Interlude: Chino XL] When the blessed is just comin to you and shit And you surrounded by your niggaz like You 'bout to run muh'fuckers over just feel nice Roll the windows down and shit, knahmean? Cause I'm home behind this mic I feel right at home behind this shit, yeah Now It's Chino Everything~! [Chino XL] You could be this nice in your next life or somethin Just die and follow the light that's white, like that Oslo gunman You rhyme like a woman that's got whore ways Laughter's the best medicine, so your records then should cure AIDS To quote my mom I'm a thick-skinned son-of-a-bitch I'd walk through rose bushes for the thorns whenever I itch Was catured and branded and vanguished in an ancient anguish Faced embraced evasive hatred and made it my base language (get 'em!) The horror carver, the angry phantasma Spittin sangre en tu cara, leave your head sliced on a silver platter Maņana manyaca, I caca on your favorite Flocka rapper Sick laughter, witchcrafter, this bastard is mastered Six pastors took masses to access the madness Monastic violence like Pontius Pilate's bandits givin Jesus back-whippings and lashes (Yeah!) Viva Latino when Chino do a show There'll be nobody hustlin outside of your local Home Depot Ridiculous flow perfected inside of my raps Greatness, a destination that you will not arrive at (never) I hear the uncomfortable silence when I drop my verses It's agreed on by churches that I'm the idol you can worship Brolic and hypnotical in public or in solitude I'm liable to stomp and boggle the human mind to molecules Not bitter with a vendetta Just a mile ahead of these non-spitters that are considered the fittest trend-setters My penned sentence like Lucifer was my baby-sitter 'til I'm surrounded by every step-daughter of Bruce Jenner Chino's significant even when I just speak and brag My birth certificate is printed on a Puerto Rican flag I'm NICE!