| Song | Many Different Ways |
| Artist | Chino XL |
| Album | Here To Save You All |
| 作词 : Barbosa, Kelly, Romero, Smith ... | |
| I take your mind and i smash it into plasma | |
| *gasp for air* breathe like asthma, til your just a cadaver | |
| How fast this is, your faggot crew's a bunch of actresses | |
| My skills go back to flippin on pissy matresses | |
| Not subroc, i catch you out like matlock | |
| Now your name's in the way outdated section next to chubb rock | |
| It's kind of funny, some of you cracker dj's shun me | |
| Cause i make your favorite rappers come up short like bud bundy | |
| I'm all in the family, sick like archie bunker, ****in eat it | |
| Your styles are cheesy like a uncircumcised penis | |
| Better jet out, brother out, your r&b i first ignore ya | |
| **** heavy d, cause "i got nothin but hate for ya"!! | |
| I'm chino xl, now who the **** are you? i'm laughing | |
| Smashing you like a bottle of zima | |
| Oh now all of a sudden you got emphesema? | |
| Burrnt, save that shit for rich verbatim days behind me | |
| I'm yellow as hell, but i rip more blackstreet's than teddy riley | |
| I'm not environmentally concious so **** an earth day on my worst day | |
| I could kill more slanted eyes than a japanese earthquake | |
| And in the first place, farrah couldn't fawcett when i lost it | |
| Give me that mic, you monkey mother****er, you look exhausted! | |
| When i'm tipsy, cut you like bush cut social security | |
| You couldn't make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone tittie | |
| It ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways | |
| Chino will amaze in so many different ways, what? | |
| [chorus] | |
| **** that *cough* when i bust that *cough*, watch this | |
| I'm knockin niggaz out like they homosexual boxers | |
| Now you feel like a building when the wrecking ball hits | |
| I'm the type of nigga bitches like brandy wanna be down with | |
| Not howard stern but get your temper burning, make you vomit | |
| Blood in slow motion like tyra banks go in higher learning | |
| Enema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like dahmer | |
| You can't see me like the muppet babies grand - mama | |
| I'm a barbed wire condom once ****in with that you'll - holler | |
| My flows wet shit up like barry white's shirt - collar | |
| And i'm smoke bones with mad thugs we be in harmony | |
| But da-na-da-da-dahh-dah, just doesn't ****in appeal to me | |
| Disgustin me like greg lougainis aids my style is full blown | |
| I'm wild like a latch key kid when his alcoholic daddy ain't home | |
| Skip the silly facts is what you really lacks, your city give me daps | |
| When chino xl cuts you bleedin to death like hemophiliacs | |
| Testin me is heresy i'm ill as leprosy i could make | |
| Farrakhan grow dreads (bo bo!) and do the pepper seed | |
| Spilling blood, similar to exxon valdez strike like a boa constrictor | |
| Pain i inflict ya made ya scream like little richard | |
| Battle me, no more props, no more fan mail admiration | |
| You die, no time readin that for dramatization | |
| You got your contract now you dissin me -- when you | |
| Barely own yourself like the adams family electricity | |
| Bow your head in praise, the crowd sways when i hit the stage | |
| Chino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uhh | |
| Chorus | |
| Projecting my east coast semen all over ya (they be cloning ya) | |
| I'm leaving em starving like they from cambodia (nice knowing ya) | |
| I'm telling ya **** your cellular **** your skypager | |
| None of that can save ya when i slash ya with my rusty razor | |
| In need of dry towels, my eye scowls, white owls i split ya | |
| Reposing like an arthur ashe before and after picture | |
| My crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks | |
| Still representin jersey to the fullest -- down at fraggle rock! | |
| So now i rips again; leavin rappers whimperin | |
| Makin my impression left in ears like discarded syringe | |
| Cinematogrophy showin slides of your autopsy, no fair | |
| I'm turning your whole projects into tiannamen square | |
| Not number five like caps bust inside of tupac's side | |
| Rap side, not pharcyde, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide | |
| You better dodge this god that's lookin like debarge | |
| Disgusting like an old white woman's medicinal discharge, swingin | |
| My fist hard, causin viral spinal menengitis, when the slightest | |
| Vinyl coincides you risk dying to my violent twist | |
| The tin ma -- if i only had a heart! i wouldn't make | |
| All y'all niggaz sit in the backseat like ****in rosa parks | |
| I represent them niggaz that make you one healthier | |
| While you represent bad niggaz like denzel in philadelphia | |
| I ruin more brothers with skills careers than don king, yo | |
| Yo b stop the track here the phone is ringing i hear the phone ringing | |
| *phone rings* | |
| Yo? "yo chino you look so good! | |
| I just know you gotta a big dick | |
| I wanna **** you so bad!" | |
| Oh seven no one seventy the zip code i don't give a **** | |
| Throw an uppercut, was getting xl all fired up | |
| Worth getting your jaw all wired up? | |
| Be a man like me'shell n'degeocello, receive your ass-beating | |
| I perform in front of more sellout crowds than a naacp meeting | |
| I'm making mc's look dumber and dumber like jim carrey | |
| Go dig for david cole i'm back in office like marion barry | |
| My crew parleys while your girl braiding my braids | |
| Mc's are afraid in so many different ways! | |
| Chorus | |
| "chino was fly but too fly for me!" --> mc lyte ('cappucino') | |
| (repeat 4x) |
| zuò cí : Barbosa, Kelly, Romero, Smith ... | |
| I take your mind and i smash it into plasma | |
| gasp for air breathe like asthma, til your just a cadaver | |
| How fast this is, your faggot crew' s a bunch of actresses | |
| My skills go back to flippin on pissy matresses | |
| Not subroc, i catch you out like matlock | |
| Now your name' s in the way outdated section next to chubb rock | |
| It' s kind of funny, some of you cracker dj' s shun me | |
| Cause i make your favorite rappers come up short like bud bundy | |
| I' m all in the family, sick like archie bunker, in eat it | |
| Your styles are cheesy like a uncircumcised penis | |
| Better jet out, brother out, your r b i first ignore ya | |
| heavy d, cause " i got nothin but hate for ya"!! | |
| I' m chino xl, now who the are you? i' m laughing | |
| Smashing you like a bottle of zima | |
| Oh now all of a sudden you got emphesema? | |
| Burrnt, save that shit for rich verbatim days behind me | |
| I' m yellow as hell, but i rip more blackstreet' s than teddy riley | |
| I' m not environmentally concious so an earth day on my worst day | |
| I could kill more slanted eyes than a japanese earthquake | |
| And in the first place, farrah couldn' t fawcett when i lost it | |
| Give me that mic, you monkey mother er, you look exhausted! | |
| When i' m tipsy, cut you like bush cut social security | |
| You couldn' t make this crowd bounce like they one big silicone tittie | |
| It ricochets, hear my name in projects hallways | |
| Chino will amaze in so many different ways, what? | |
| chorus | |
| that cough when i bust that cough, watch this | |
| I' m knockin niggaz out like they homosexual boxers | |
| Now you feel like a building when the wrecking ball hits | |
| I' m the type of nigga bitches like brandy wanna be down with | |
| Not howard stern but get your temper burning, make you vomit | |
| Blood in slow motion like tyra banks go in higher learning | |
| Enema, comma, coma, drama, dilemma, die like dahmer | |
| You can' t see me like the muppet babies grand mama | |
| I' m a barbed wire condom once in with that you' ll holler | |
| My flows wet shit up like barry white' s shirt collar | |
| And i' m smoke bones with mad thugs we be in harmony | |
| But danadadadahhdah, just doesn' t in appeal to me | |
| Disgustin me like greg lougainis aids my style is full blown | |
| I' m wild like a latch key kid when his alcoholic daddy ain' t home | |
| Skip the silly facts is what you really lacks, your city give me daps | |
| When chino xl cuts you bleedin to death like hemophiliacs | |
| Testin me is heresy i' m ill as leprosy i could make | |
| Farrakhan grow dreads bo bo! and do the pepper seed | |
| Spilling blood, similar to exxon valdez strike like a boa constrictor | |
| Pain i inflict ya made ya scream like little richard | |
| Battle me, no more props, no more fan mail admiration | |
| You die, no time readin that for dramatization | |
| You got your contract now you dissin me when you | |
| Barely own yourself like the adams family electricity | |
| Bow your head in praise, the crowd sways when i hit the stage | |
| Chino flips a phrase in so many different ways, uhh | |
| Chorus | |
| Projecting my east coast semen all over ya they be cloning ya | |
| I' m leaving em starving like they from cambodia nice knowing ya | |
| I' m telling ya your cellular your skypager | |
| None of that can save ya when i slash ya with my rusty razor | |
| In need of dry towels, my eye scowls, white owls i split ya | |
| Reposing like an arthur ashe before and after picture | |
| My crew stay high like astronauts, this yellow bastard rocks | |
| Still representin jersey to the fullest down at fraggle rock! | |
| So now i rips again leavin rappers whimperin | |
| Makin my impression left in ears like discarded syringe | |
| Cinematogrophy showin slides of your autopsy, no fair | |
| I' m turning your whole projects into tiannamen square | |
| Not number five like caps bust inside of tupac' s side | |
| Rap side, not pharcyde, burn your eyes like hydrogen peroxide | |
| You better dodge this god that' s lookin like debarge | |
| Disgusting like an old white woman' s medicinal discharge, swingin | |
| My fist hard, causin viral spinal menengitis, when the slightest | |
| Vinyl coincides you risk dying to my violent twist | |
| The tin ma if i only had a heart! i wouldn' t make | |
| All y' all niggaz sit in the backseat like in rosa parks | |
| I represent them niggaz that make you one healthier | |
| While you represent bad niggaz like denzel in philadelphia | |
| I ruin more brothers with skills careers than don king, yo | |
| Yo b stop the track here the phone is ringing i hear the phone ringing | |
| phone rings | |
| Yo? " yo chino you look so good! | |
| I just know you gotta a big dick | |
| I wanna you so bad!" | |
| Oh seven no one seventy the zip code i don' t give a | |
| Throw an uppercut, was getting xl all fired up | |
| Worth getting your jaw all wired up? | |
| Be a man like me' shell n' degeocello, receive your assbeating | |
| I perform in front of more sellout crowds than a naacp meeting | |
| I' m making mc' s look dumber and dumber like jim carrey | |
| Go dig for david cole i' m back in office like marion barry | |
| My crew parleys while your girl braiding my braids | |
| Mc' s are afraid in so many different ways! | |
| Chorus | |
| " chino was fly but too fly for me!" mc lyte ' cappucino' | |
| repeat 4x |