Figure It Out - Chino XL

While pop radio is plotting hip hop’s destruction

Don’t worry, Chino is never at a/outta bars on some drunk shit

And even destruction is not advised

I spit in Nancy Grace’s face knowing TMZ is right outside

I’m with this fine Columbian broad, I’m preoccupied

Man I don’t wanna talk about what lyricist you think is fire

It got me mad that I even came out to this spot

So I’m gonna leave this party with mami after this Jaeger shot

Drop you like Nasdaq

Strapped like mercenaries were in Iraq

You rappers dirty teeth is your only plaque

Word patterns and layers, nobody compares

When you write the best rhyme of your life you’re half way there

I’ve brought ass and kicked ass in this rap genre

I’m hip hop’s Jim Morrison, reincarnated like Dali Lama

Neanderthal, outta my cave fighting raptors

Trying not to lose my head like John The Baptist

Mastered this, crafted this game for almost two decades

But I’m stronger and look younger than rappers that’s half my age

I banish you to 80 hells

So many personalities, could do a BET Cypher with myselves

I got a short fuse but refuse to get upset

Chino’s such a symbol they could put me on a drumset

I ain’t no dunn vet, my name alone is a death threat

And they ain’t figure out no way that they can kill me yet

They want me in a coffin

Not capable of walking

They threatening and talking

But I will never soften

Still ain’t figured it out, still ain’t figured it out

Still ain’t figured it out, still ain’t figured it out

No way to kill me yet

I woke up strong this morning

In love with California

Instead of trying to clone me

Just put the crown on me

Still ain’t figured it out, still ain’t figured it out

Still ain’t figured it out, still ain’t figured it

No way to kill me yet

I call half of these new artists «Mondays» when they spit it

Cause everybody hates Monday’s dawg, you get it?

You had a hit and got dropped, now it’s bon voyage

You wacker than the last episode of Entourage

The best of this thing that was created in the Bronx river

Crime spitter, trying to keep myself composed like Hans Zimmer

I leave you dying then I forward all my calls to your cell

So you can witness just how popular that I am

Invest in a retirement

Home I have my foes cold souls floating in limbo like that girl on The Lovely

Bones

Extrordinary, more the merry, blurry, bury, fortunes in the mortuary

Torturary, corporate vary, often carry

Awesome semi, auto hemi heavy weaponry

And couldn’t be calmed by any Ativan by Conrad Murray

There is no counter measure for this fire power

Olympic word hurdler, leaping every no language barrier

I’m Van Halen, legend in rap, breathern hate on

But choose your words carefully cause they’re going on your tombstone

They wanna kill hip hop I won’t have it

They wanna stop what bumps like Pro-Active

You’re looking up to rappers, that’s looking up to me

Like I’m a sniper with a rifle in a tree

Was born in the east, but a legend that’s repping the west

And they ain’t figure out no way that they can kill me yet

They want me in a coffin

Not capable of walking

They threatening and talking

But I will never soften

Still ain’t figured it out, still ain’t figured it out

Still ain’t figured it out, still ain’t figured it out

No way to kill me yet

I woke up strong this morning

In love with California

Instead of trying to clone me

Just put the crown on me

Still ain’t figured it out, still ain’t figured it out

Still ain’t figured it out, still ain’t figured it

No way to kill me yet

In grammar school they were concerned about my mental health

I trick or treat for UNICEF and kept the money for myself

You try to hide it, then analysing my lines in private

It’s all «fuck Chino» till you standing in the room beside him

The hardest artist arguement, my murder monument

Will document my shocking doctrine

Caution I’m a monster walking

Oh you ain’t never heard me rhyme

You ain’t being honest

Duct tape, I throw you in the baby pool full of piranhas

I am timeless, even God refused to age me

Uncage me, don’t break bread, break the whole bakery

Instead of thanking me, you’d rather anger me

Strangle me with the red tape of this corporate system but I’ve existed

Before Interscope

Before Courtney Love was on dope

Before music downloads

Before this current pope

Before rappers stole my quotes

Before Heath Ledgers overdose

Before Sarah Palin had Glen Rice all in her throat

Before there was a Deathrow

Before Big Pimpin' and mink coats

Or Jay-Z owned a boat

Before Katt Williams told a joke

I’ve been cold

Before a black candidate Rocked The Vote

Before Lauren won Grammy’s for songs that her and Vada wrote

Chino you can’t be the best, not enough records sold

But turn on videos that handling these human turds like gold

My effect on the game is enormous, no side talk

Refuse to fall through the cracks like dog piss on the sidewalk

When I finally retire and end my career

There will be enough sadness to rival Jennifer Hudson’s tears

I peel myself off the cross and the world is stressed

Cause they ain’t figured out no way that they can kill me yet

They want me in a coffin

Not capable of walking

They threatening and talking

But I will never soften

Still ain’t figured it out, still ain’t figured it out

Still ain’t figured it out, still ain’t figured it out

No way to kill me yet

I woke up strong this morning

In love with California

Instead of trying to clone me

Just put the crown on me

Still ain’t figured it out, still ain’t figured it out

Still ain’t figured it out, still ain’t figured it

No way to kill me yet