Grab The Mic

[Verse: Chino XL] Chino, the Lord of the Underground Chief Rocka, lyric dondota Follow the fatherless scholar that's constantly saying "Your honor" Ripping su casa, repping la rasa, you can't do me nada King Mufasa, hot like salsa, shake shit up like a maraca Caca on these lesser than me, thief MC's for G's While you at Wendy's like, "Hello, can I take your order please?" You faker than Brandy's weave Take ten paces I pack enough metal that they could make Puff braces (take that) I always pull a bitch when I make personal appearances But keep that off the record like songs with no sample clearances I learned from the greatest that taught That's why I'm so smart Invaded your thought I raided the art I'm slated to chart You'd hate me to start One fatal remark I'll have to embark We're painting the park with your brain in the dark Ain't aiming to talk, I'm aiming to aim Check the pulse on the last nigga that mentioned my name It's a shame I'm so imitated I should install homing devices on my rhymes To determine whether they are duplicated