Buried In Vocabulary

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano] I snatch the mic from you clowns, refuse to wait my turn This is the art of emceeing, to whom it may concern I'm loony, wait, disturbed, I act like I truly can't discern Right from wrong, ignite the chrome, you stupid lames get burned The gat claps, call the llama gonorrhea Brrap, that's onomatopoeia, now your crew gets placed in urns I kick styles, I didn't need the kudetai to learn The world is mine, I'm the son of the dude who makes it turn I'm God's descendant, I'm exceptionally clever Immaculate conception, like my inception was better Him, yeah, I'm him, my perception is extra-sensory Consider me perfection's successor Rappers pray to me, not in the direction of Mecca I'm outside the matrix, I'm in the Nebuchadnezzar We real MC's connecting together From the garden state to the golden state, our depth can't be measured [Verse 2: Demetrius Capone] Rough and raw crank, clutch my balls, wait I'm balls deep in your mind, fuck what y'all think You in some deep shit like you crawled out of Shawshank I'm shot calling like I shot the ball and I called 'Bank' This is that murder, murder, mu-murderous murder show I'm an insurgent in surgeon, cause with this burner I'm surgical Call my weapon the Special Olympics cause that .38's a pro You turned into the fuck'm station, name it FM radio My gun will draw and stutter, blucka blucka, raw and gutter I'll go call your mother and that slut'll swallow all my nut up 'Till she cough my son up and that fucker is also your brother I do him like Brenda, nigga get tossed in a dumpster Make no mistake, I'm the greatest atheist, niggas know me As they savior so pray or I'm making you niggas holy Faker than silicone, you gay cause you niggas only Going in on some shit when you raping your little homie [Verse 3: Dice] You niggas thinking you're sick, come and get your flu shots After shots flew, drop you, then your crew drop I'm letting a couple more fly, call that a new flock Shots might break south, bullets through ya tube socks I'll squeeze the MAC, leave you flat Become a thing of the recent past The only time your family sees you is when they dreamin, thinking back Heat'll clap, leave you cats leaking for thinking and speaking bad Put you niggas asleep in a bag, and I ain't speaking on sleeping bags You say you on top of the city, like you Nino Brown I'm able to leap tall buildings in a single bound My shots leave your head spinning, fuck drunk or tipsy I pull up, niggas break like the lunch truck is with me I'll leave a punk chump slumped, such a fucking pity I fuck monastery bitches, nuns fucking with me [Verse 4: Kenny Siegel] Hold a sec, I'mma thumb through my mental rap rolodex And ass rape dummies, crash test dummy, I'm known to wreck You make me sick to my stomach, your flow upset my solar plexus I'll blow the TEC, now you in hell like you trying to hold ya breath Nigga, I'm about as bad as your luck from a mirror crack I'll twist a nigga's head near his back 'till I hear a snap These niggas so soft that they gushy (less dangerous) Yes, wankstas, (they rookies), sex changes, (fake pussies) My flow's hot and liquid, it belongs in a f'n thermos Toxic hot spit, send you niggas epidermis Test and learn that death is hurtin' Get urked when TECs is burstin' Get murked when weapon's spurtin' Leave holy as a reverend's sermon I got these niggas wondering, how could a villain be so nice I don't mean the internet, when I say I'm killing them on site I'm dope, I'm great white, a great white from the beach Want beef? The clips to my pistols all that's gon' come in peace [Verse 5: Chino XL] I'm spittin' it intricate, I belong to a sin syndicate With infinite ways of killin' shit indiscriminately, I am different Magnificently significant, specifically causing pestilence I'm the infamous, God's instrument Chino born of a hideous chrysalis with pistoleers No questions, my impression is you feelin' nervousness See heaven and hell, both ignoring your prayers Keep talking, motherfucker, I'm killing your parents Every nightmare got a Chino appearance Ghetto vampire, no reflection in the mirrors Turn your lights off, it's about to get serious This is the type of song that'll make you change careers Lyricy, terror see, never see, heresy, jealousy, lunacy, menacing Energy, fantasy, medicine, pedigree And I see hemorrhaging enemies in prison and banished Do 'em like venison and take advantage of 'em You can bet that I be cuttin' like a mad man Russian Everybody wanna kill the Puerto Rican superhero Till they hear the evil and they see the chainsaw buzzing Chino's an animal outside your castle with catapults From mass assaults with more soldiers and dogs than any land can hold Launching, aiming flaming fire crossbows through the air and fog Tear apart the endless walls and tears and scars and weird remarks Pray I'm lost beneath the forest, stinkin' corpse deep in the moss But the beast evolved, speak to God, unsheath my sword (So meet the morgue) Send in the military minotaurs Bullets melt through you're Mercede's metal doors Brolic bully bizarre You'll be a skeleton skippin' skillfully through the graveyard Medici madman, I got a gattle and it ain't matter And I stay clappin' and straddlin' fragments of clavicle in chin Collected in a medical metal tin Straight jacket, insane bastard, for a strange jackal To his face fractured from evasive cactus I'm the breed that'll feed a human centipede laxatives My work ethic is epic, ethnic, eccentric, electric Unexpectedly eclectic It's nothing to get the women naked I'll hop in a time machine and petition your birth And get it signed by anyone that will ever walk on the face of this Earth Not Luciferian, stop worrying about this brother Chino That's unnecessary like fertility drugs in Puerto Rico You're now witnessing the RICANstruction experience Change my name to miscarriage, Chino's the sickest period