Terminally Ill

[Intro: Chino XL] Yeah, Big Chi in the building M80 what it do Rebel Army shit Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Chino XL] Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of Long before the rap game ever went corporate The first day that my first single dropped With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins (Real shit) It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken Every booth that I walk in, superhero genetically, sellin' out every market Wordsmith, marksman, everybody baby-mama target (Ha!) Zoom, zoom, spit at jet propulsion Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis, slashin' throats and crashin' boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack (Oh!) Results of murdering the ropes, I'm shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes (Yah!) It's the type of shit that make a coward want to settle every beef that we ever had And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand Expand and it's wearin' your wristband, ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand Your nasal passage collapsin', drippin' like Dristan A legend at a full heater was Tristan Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a hemi transmission that is stuck in position So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like Rick van (Scream!) Even if a hater never see me shine bright What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline Walkin' fine lines with a guideline, choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom-poms Put you in your place, funeral plot, punch you in your face, usual spot It's brutal what I do to a cop, my brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a bitch 'til the uterus rot, nigga please stop I kinda didn't want to put out another album until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred Chino is the sickest spitter in America [Chorus] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I- (am the magnificent) Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I- (am the magnificent) Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent) Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I- [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked] I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse, I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith I'm the author of all that is ominous, I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk After you swallow this dick, I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous I hate what the problem is, I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist I write like my life finna end if I don't get it in with the pen I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus Ready to draw blood quicker than a phlebotomist Goddamn I'm good, cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge Ask me to get on a track and like a hog, fuck a pig pussy, go ham I would Crook came back with the murder nonsense I murder like I never even heard my conscious Only nigga iller than me is Earvin Johnson Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar Gotta be an actor, not only a factor I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken nigga gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster Monster, nigga I said monster Sicker than Trump stickin' his dick in Ivanka Sicker than Billy Clinton playin' the harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin' his Willy Wonka Conquer any MCs that I face, squeeze at a pace Talladega sees in a race, reach in my waist, killin' 'em Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, a reptilian I regenerate, I'm the reason to hate In the game it could change like Caesars I'll still get my piece of the cake, go Philly when the cheese is at stake Then I'ma leave you the plate, California, I'm the king of the state [Chorus] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I- (am the magnificent) Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I- (am the magnificent) Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent) Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I- [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Leavin' nothin' but carnage So many wanna be killas and hit the milla but they harmless With it, I stay armed and strippin' away garments Sick as the mission a nigga itchin' to slay varmints Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace Clippin' the shit of a triple today Frickin' decay like an animal, nigga sniffin' the prey Taking the A technician I pick it and they swarm it S with the illy with it That's when they get with it dissin' the Tech, they really get it Whatever happened to him, in the neck, the milli hit it Chopper hoppin' up and then I'm poppin' a wheelie with it Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for urns, bussin' at me and get it returned Obliterated, the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term Eat when the beef hot, never takin' no cheap shot Just killa when the beat drop Nigga with the beat boppin', I don't be C-walkin' You can bet we hoppin' off in the B block, like a whistlin' tea pot I su-woo and the R-E-D got me washed off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop Pass the Hen', pass the pen Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again Pick the pecker, pollute the pathogens the pill, lemme put patches in I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin' an equal Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin' you suckers to shake and slam lames And seein' you suffer, a killa campaign, comin' to cut ya Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster When I spit it, ain't nobody fuckin' with it Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket But they never quick enough for me, so you better forget it [Chorus] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I- (am the magnificent) Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I- (am the magnificent) Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent) Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, (fuck-, fuck-), I-, (fuck-, fuckin' with)I- [Verse 4: Rittz] Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match I must've copped his ass Any rapper that say they lyrical but it's [?] like 'Roger that' Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off, abort and battled NASA smash through astroids and landed my aircraft to Mars Match me for bar for bar, shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch Where's the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him Did it all without a major label platform Get the ball and I'm swishin it and break another backboard Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb So pass or fast forward, I'm an unsung hero Hear me on a song and be like "homeboy he dope" When they see me in person, they be at at a loss for words like Mariah Carey at a New Year's Eve show Now please don't bite the Migos no more 90 percent of rappers got the same style now East, west, down south went and had a pow wow Must've decided to bite each other, how the fuck is this allowed now? It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse, can't avoid the shit smell, inhale, chemtrails You can see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved, get mad when their ship sail Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit but I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face Still sippin' Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades I murder every verse I'm on, in fact, when my verse is done someone should sing Amazin' Grace 'Cause I R-I-P these beats, whats my name? They call me R-I-T-T-Z from the A And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore Here's another 1 par for the course While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war They call me Rittz bitch! [Instrumental Outro]