Terminally Ill Lyrics - Kxng Crooked

[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 

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's baby-mama target 

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 

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 

Some 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' a wristband, ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand 

Your nasal passages collapsin', drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan 

Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a hemi transmission that's stuck in position 

So a cannon in our cannon is necessary to stop the narcoleptic poison to the pen insurrection like writ van 

Even if a hater never see me shine bright 

What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline 

Walk a fine line, spit a guideline, trick a weird cheery to his own with a pom pom 

Put you in your place, due to a 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 till 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 can never damage the word, my plan is a prefered 

Chino was the sickest spitter in America 

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[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 in the 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 Phlebotomus 

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 Irving 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 MC that I face, squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize and a wraiths, reach in my waist, killin' 'em 

Any bullets I ain't feelin' 'em, I'm 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 

Photos 

[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 tech-nician 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 watched off in the street with the G-R-A-V-E Plott 

Dippin' away from a crazy KC cop 

Past 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 known an equal 

Look at the rhyme, bussin' mine fuckin' the people 

Is it the crime? With the 9, duckin' 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 

Bluckin', 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 buy some X 

I must've comped his ass any rapper saying that he lyrical but its an emission like 'Roger that' 

Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off, abort and battled [?], 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 to the ballin', he swishin, break another backboard 

Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb 

So past to 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 Years Eve show 

Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm 

90 percent of rappers got the same style now 

East, west, down south went and had a pow wow 

Most of 'em decide 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 be 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 I'm at a new lip 

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 are done you's the one sayin' 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 bar 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!