Artist: Chino XL Album: RICANstruction: The Black Rosary Song: Figure it Out Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] Yeah! Uh-uh-uh uh Yeah, bring your vest nigga Cause I exist Focus! Get 'em! [Chino XL] Yeah, while pop radio is plottin hip-hop's destruction Don't worry, Chino is never outta bars on some drunk shit Any disruption is not advised I spit in Nancy Grace's face knowin TMZ is right outside I'm with this fine Columbian broad, I'm preoccupied Man I don't wanna talk about what lyricist you think is fire It got me mad that I even came out to this spot So I'ma leave this party with mami after this Jäger shot Drop you like NASDAQ, strapped like mercenaries were in Iraq You rappers dirty teeth is your only plaque Word patterns and layers, nobody compares When you write the best rhyme of your life you're halfway there I've brought ass and kicked ass in this rap genre I'm hip-hop's Jim Morrison reincarnated like Dalai Lama Neanderthal, outta my cave fightin raptors Tryin not to lose my head like John the Baptist Mastered this, crafted this game for almost two decades But I'm stronger and look younger than rappers that's half my age I'll banish you to 80 hells So many personalities could do a BET Cypher with my selves I got a short fuse but refuse to get upset Chino's such a symbol/cymbal they could put me on a drum set I ain't no done vet, my name alone's a death threat And they ain't figured out no way that they can kill me yet [Chorus: Chino XL] They want me in a coffin, not capable of walkin They threatenin and talkin, but I will never soften Still ain't figured it out, still ain't figured it out Still ain't figured it out, still ain't figured it out (no way to kill me yet) I woke up strong this mornin, in love with California Instead of tryin to clone me, just put the crown on me Still ain't figured it out, still ain't figured it out Still ain't figured it out, still ain't figured it out (no way to kill me yet) [Chino XL] I call half of these new artists Mondays when they spit it Cause everybody hates Mondays, dawg, you get it? You had a hit and got dropped, now it's bon voyage You wacker than the last episode of "Entourage" The best of this thing that was created in the Bronx River Crime spitter, tryin to keep myself composed like Hans Zimmer I'll leave you dyin Then I'll forward all my calls to your cell, so you can witness just how popular that I am Invest in a retirement, home I have my foes cold souls floatin in limbo like the girl on "The Lovely Bones" Extraordinalry, more the merry, blurry Bury fortunes in the mortuary, torchin every corporate fairy Often carry awesome semi, auto Hemi heavy weaponry And couldn't be calmed by any Ativan from Conrad Murray There is no counter-measure for this firepower Olympic word hurdler leapin every no-language barrier I'm Van Halen, legend in rap, brethren hate on But choose your words carefully cause they're goin on your tombstone They wanna kill hip-hop, I won't have it They wanna stop what bumps like Proactiv You're lookin up to rappers, that's lookin up to me Like I'm a sniper with a rifle in a tree Was born in the East but a legend that's reppin the West And they ain't figured out no way that they can kill me yet [Chorus] [Chino XL] Yo, in grammar school they were concerned about my mental health I trick-or-treat for UNICEF and kept the money for myself You try to hide it then idolizin my lines in private It's all "Fuck Chino" 'til you standin in the room beside him The hardest artist argument, my murder monument will document my shockin doctrine, caution I'm a monster walkin Oh you ain't never heard me rhyme? You ain't bein honest Duct tape, I'll throw you in a baby pool full of piranhas I am timeless, even God refused to age me Uncage me, don't break bread, break the whole bakery Instead of thankin me you'd rather angle me Strange me with the red tape of this corporate system but I've existed Before Interscope, before Courtney Love was on dope Before music downloads, before this current Pope Before rappers stole my quotes, before Heath Ledger's overdose Before Sarah Palin had Glen Rice all in her throat Before there was a Death Row, before "Big Pimpin'" and mink coats or Jay-Z owned a boat, before Katt Williams told a joke I've been cold before a black candidate +Rocked the Vote+ Before Lauryn won Grammy's for songs that her and Vada wrote "Chino you can't be the best, not enough records sold" But turn on videos that handlin these human turds like gold My effect on the game is enormous, no side talk Refuse to fall through the cracks like dog piss on the sidewalk When I finally retire and end my career There'll be enough sadness to rival Jennifer Hudson's tears I peel myself off the cross and the world is stressed Cause they ain't figured out no way that they can kill me yet [Chorus]