N.I.C.E.

歌詞

[Verse 1] Now it's Chino everything..... For the next 3 minutes plus you gotta Admit when I'm rhyming it's nice your heart is my piñata My word play will astound I make your mom say wow ironically wow is the word mom upside down Trying to separate myself from my bizarre persona like a rabid cadaver trying to stab his own organ donor I walked a kilometer tried to be calm and not empty this liquid Molotov lava shot into your Yamaka Pardon my LAVA algorithm stab a married coward laugh and Brandan Childress slap his wisdom this isn't sadomasochism Its a crass addiction and dastardly diction Have you tap out of submission A beast like Batista the Puerto Rican edition The script phenomenon With The Smith Corona typewriter the unabomber Ted Kaczynski wrote his manifesto on America better invest in its urban enviorment or get demolished like them London riots I'm pissing on Arizona immigration laws outside of my vehicle With Casey Anthony's severed head hanging from my rear view I'm outta my mind that ancient from the cellar evil Being blind even Helen Keller's favorite color was Chino... I'm N.I.C.E [Verse 2] Now it's Chino everything I use a verse as a murder weapon word shredding Sometimes living in hell's giving the best view of heaven Come witness my venomous threat Chino is deaths' pet Born without a heart created straight from Satans' chemistry set Will I ever be out shined? still remains to be seen Till I'm in a museum with a sign remains to be seen You watching a man that's standing at the crossroads not a poor soul who's flow is softer than them Glee episodes [Fuck Outta Here] You'd think I'm starving how hard I'm charging the scenery beautifully how you figure that the Garden of Eden would be.. OK 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 times of the Byzantines you talking 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 N.I.C.E [Verse 3] Now it's Chino everything You could be this nice in your next life or something 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 itched Was captured and branded And vanquished in an ancient anguish I faced embraced evasive hatred and made it my based language The horror carver the angry phantasma spittin sangre en tu cara leave your head sliced on a silver platter Manana manyaca I caca on you favorite flaca rapper Sick laughter witch crafter This bastard is mastered Six pastors took masses to access The madness Monastic violence like Pontius Pilate's bandits given Jesus back whippings and lashes Viva Latino when Chino do a show They'll be nobody hustling 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 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's Chino' significant even when I just speak and brag My birth certificate is printed on a Puerto Rican flag... I'm N.I.C.E