Figure It Out Lyrics - Ricanstruction - Chino Xl

[ One]: 

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 

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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 

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[ Two]: 

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 

[ Three]: 

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