Main Aim (Remix)

Lyrics

Nick Wiz ft. Cella Dwellas ft. Chino XL and Tony Atlas - "Main Aim (Remix)" [Emcee(s): Chino XL, Phantasm, Tony Atlas, and U.G.] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz] [Hook: Samples] "Maintain. Few remain the game" - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - "It's Like That (My Big Brother)" "So I remain focused, hip hop's the main aim" - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - "It's Like That (My Big Brother)" [Verse 1: Chino XL] The lyric tarantula, Chino 'bout to make an example of One verse shitting on your whole label roster sampler My first name: Chino. Last name: Went There Leaving rappers curled up and dyed like Immature's hair Lyrical warfare when I'm spraying shit, my stylе Like AIDS—half of y'all got it, just none of y'all are saying shit I hatе and spit at devils that wanna possess Chi' Jesus came in the vocal booth like "Nigga, you the next me" Test me, battle, and you can become a dead man There's a lot of fake Chinos like Craig Mack's a fake Redman But I'm above the surface of this rap circus, write more Incredible verses on accident than you can on purpose You a worthless waste of flesh like fat asses on a nun I'm God's bastard son that blasts and thinks bloodbaths are fun Hate you with a passion. White chicks faint like I'm Hanson Historically known for bringing down the house like Samson My damn tongue bursts. In the first verse is a bad curse that hurts I'll leave you passengers at church, inside a black hearse Escaping the wrath of Jers', it's a sad Earth, my pen dirts, axe- -murdering-type massacre occurs if we match words Past blurs, I smack herbs, up niggas you all fuck I'ma That's how I'ma fuck all of you niggas up backwards And I'ma be the sickest 'til I'm dead, the type to watch Halloween eight times just to laugh at LL's head My new album is Flo-Jo's heart—watch it blow up. You ain't Just wack—you're what wack wants to be when it grows up [Verse 2: Phantasm] Dwellas used to be The last in the draft. Now we mastered the craft On behalf of my staff, y'all crabs make me laugh On the corner, spitting trash while we're out, getting cash New year, feel the wrath. Leave you split with a gash The underground running rap, real skills coming back Real heads loving that. Jail time? No fun in that You my son in rap. Who want lyrical combat? We could take it to the stage and beyond that. Y'all know This rap shit? We're controlling it. Wait for my solo shit Heat, guns, and rhymes? Yeah, we're holding it And y'all can get laid to rest. Slay the best When I'm pissy-drunk off the [?], no quest' [Hook: Samples] (x2) "Maintain. Few remain the game" - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - "It's Like That (My Big Brother)" "So I remain focused, hip hop's the main aim" - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - "It's Like That (My Big Brother)" [Verse 3: Tony Atlas] Keep your mind In focus. That nigga At' spits lines ferocious Roast cliques, spark ice similar to sculptures You cats are hopeless, always claim your shit's the dopest. Let's Switch guts with holsters. We're on all your bitches' posters With UG and P, niggas made a mock of me. Now they wanna Flock to me 'cause they heard I be buying property Slow down the pace. Still, a four-pound goes around the waist More rounds to waste, motherfucker, more grounds to break I'm in it for the glamour and glitz, no time for babbling chicks I'm splattering cliques, rocking different patterns of kicks So test me. Flows rapid just like a jet ski. Give me Any Nick track, and watch me skate faster than Gretzky Jealous ones envy. Like Fat Joe, soon to stack dough Smack hoes, clap emcees that front at rap shows Assholes don't know who they're fucking with while Feds we be Bucking quick while they're backstage and sucking dick Fucking prick! [Verse 4: U.G.] Yo, yo, yo, yo! Who wanna battle? I travel like bullets through gun barrels Get grappled and tackled to the gravel. Wild like a jackal My niggas clap you—it's actual facts. Slap you with gats Raps that penetrate and pop your air sacks. Vision like Miramax when I'm writing, the rap titan who Still loves Mike Tyson despite the ear-biting, mic- -fighting on tracks, kid. Now who wanna do me? You wind up in ER like George Clooney. Flows looney My whole platoon be plagued with rap skills Jewels and chicks in the Catskills, my stack ill For real, kid. UG holds it down like I'm supposed ta I swing my shit like Sammy Sosa. Nigga, I'll roast ya—what?!? [Hook: Samples] (x2) "Maintain. Few remain the game" - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - "It's Like That (My Big Brother)" "So I remain focused, hip hop's the main aim" - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - "It's Like That (My Big Brother)"