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Chino XL

Derek Keith Barbosa (born April 8, 1974), better known by his stage name Chino XL, is an American rapper and actor, known for his technically accomplished style, consisting of self-consciously over-the-top punchlines, exaggerated egotism, complex rhyme schemes, and use of multiple similes, puns, metaphors, and word play. He is a member of the intellectual collective MENSA and has collaborated on various projects with some of the most well known in Hip Hop. Chino is also an avid bodybuilder. Chino started rhyming in 1986, as said in his song "Don't Say A Word". more »

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I'm known for writing the
Deepest of scriptures speak with conviction
Not these regular rappers that you
See in these pictures
Not being malicious, I'm the prototype
The pros are right i'm cold as ice
Every time that this pro
Co-write the flow's precise
Got nothing left but still I know my rights
So keep all your hot takes
Up here the coldest price
I'm known to bite
Soul of Christ, stroll through
The Valleys of Death
I'm holy but sadly oppressed
Suppose we can carry his steps, Lord Willin'
Was once depictеd as a harsh villain
But now I'm the God
Enlighten many lost childrеn, start building
Save your lessons, no need to pay attention
It's free of cost
Baby steps when it comes to
The missions we abort
We the source you now realized
Believe in Logic
Def Jams and our futures the
Way that we describin'
A different frequency that we can vibe with
We the highest david and the beast Goliath
Pay us for the peace or riot

Every verse that I'm spitting
Is a cold slaughter
But you know that damn well like
Two structures that hold water
The flows that I thought of are
Haunted in this day of atonement
Contacting Chino for a song's been a
Literal "Come to Jesus" moment
Born of resistance, scorned by swarms
A life form with a formidable interest
Each song I invented was met like
A vet with a torn meniscus
Derek Barbosa jerseys
Rocky Balboa known for going the distance
Smokin' the pistons
It's bad that you're heavier than
Brock Lesnar's wrist is
I'm from the same city as Treach is
Where the crime wave is high
And the coke whiter than the light people
Claim they see when they first die
So how you want to scuffle? Guns or knuckles
Struggle with my ton of muscle
Don't get dropped off at the top of
The turnbuckle by Lady London's uncle
Locked in a dungeon, that's dysfunctional
Pivotal spit mount
Distribute a few fiery tongues
That are untouchable
Graduated the East West Conflict
Institute in my palm
Perpetually shine eventual
Syllable measurable
Dark touch you hello darkness my old friend
My heartless spends a legend
Like Simon and Garfunkel
Chino's legitimate a man, bars are lit again
Spitting scars and carcinogens
Move Satan and God equally
Want us too hard and litigate
My distance 'members your limbs
You might want to refrigerate
So later a surgeon gon' reattach your arms
While you're
Staying there at hand, you write that trap
Scribble it
I'm ill but I'm literate, I'm illiterate
So nonconsiderate
I'm indifferent and articulate
When I celebrate to be heralded as a heretic
Beyond America, fly me to the Emirates
Teach me Arabic so I can discover deeper
Sciences and elements
And uncover religion equivalent to Genesis
They ain't gotta show shit
I know I don't spit it appropriate
But any instrument of laughter I vocal it
They say the vocal lit
You don't want to spread it in all caps
F*ck your soft raps
I'm all twisted and there
Literally no middle
Pedal in this whip no more
I'm pushing all gas
Intelligent, I'm merciful but can't
Let a fool live eighth grade, eighth grade
I'm just repeating it like you did

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