Terminally Ill

Intro: Chino XL

Yeah, Big Chi in the building

M80 what it do

Rebel Army ******t

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,

sla******n' throats and cra******n' 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

It's the type of ******t 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 passage 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 is stuck in position

So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop

the narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van

Even if a hater never see me ******ne bright

What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline

Walkin' fine lines with a guideline,

choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms

Put you in your place, funeral 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-****** a ****** till the uterus rot, ****** please stop

I kinda didn't want to put out another album until

I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character

That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred

Chino is the sickest spitter in America

Chorus

Who the ****** you think you ******' with? I- (am the magnificent)

Who the ****** you think you ******' with? I-, I- (am the magnificent)

Who the ****** you think you ******' with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)

Who the ****** you think you ******' with? I-, I-, I- (******' 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 ******,

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

****** all that kinda ******t,

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,

****** a pig ******, go HAM I would

Crook came back with the murder nonsense

I murder like I never even heard my conscious

Only ****** iller than me is Irving Johnson

Only ****** realer than me deserve a Oscar

Gotta be an actor, not only a factor

I'm an anomaly like a poverty-stricken ******

gettin' richer and richer in a dishonest economy

Kinda like I did 'cause every verse is monster

Monster, ****** I said monster

Sicker than Trump stickin' his ****** 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

Chorus

Who the ****** you think you ******' with? I- (am the magnificent)

Who the ****** you think you ******' with? I-, I- (am the magnificent)

Who the ****** you think you ******' with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)

Who the ****** you think you ******' with? I-, I-, I- (******' 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 ****** itchin' to slay varmints

Slippin' away tarnished, pick up the pace

Clippin' the ******t of a triple today

Frickin' decay like an animal, ****** 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

****** 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

Pass the Hen', pass the pen

Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again

Pick the ******, pollute the pathogens the pill,

lemme put patches in

I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal

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

Is it the crime? With the 9, ducked in the steeple

I'm in the slime bucket, time, ****** 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

Buckin', blam brains, bang on a buster

When I spit it, ain't nobody ******' 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 ****** you think you ******' with? I- (am the magnificent)

Who the ****** you think you ******' with? I-, I- (am the magnificent)

Who the ****** you think you ******' with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)

Who the ****** you think you ******' with?

I-, (******-, ******-), I-, (******-, ******' with)I-

Verse 4: Rittz

Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best

The hardest in the game, ****** a celebrity boxing match

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, ******t 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 swi******n, break another backboard

Sick of all the bull******t 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 ****"

When they see me in person, they be 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 ****** is this allowed now?

It's like I'm stuck up in a outhouse,

can't avoid the ******t smell, inhale, chemtrails

You can be see the SoundCloud, this ain't gonna end well

Rappers gettin' deals, get shelved,

get mad when their ******p 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 Amanda Nunes

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 is done someone should sing 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 ******!