Broken Halo Lyrics - Ricanstruction: The Black Rosary - Chino Xl

The kid with the broken halo 

The devil won't seem to let me go 

It's true the letters that they sent from school to my mother 

Chino's too wild and does not play well with others 

Rappers blinded and brainwash and need to be reminded 

The Puerto Rican superhero no assembly required 

Dark and agnostic, I torture you targeting my shit 

Bastard be careful, like a nigga with glasses in a mosh pit 

I flow free, spit religiously with each breath 

With more lines than there are in Kimora Lee's neck 

I'm sick with a pencil, he's done 

But fuck sticking a fork in him, stab him with every kitchen utensil I can find 

The brutalist, underpunched tutelage, proving it's in my jeans like true relig 

The odds are slim to none that you can live 

You don't want to be me is not convincing 

It'll be cool to be you, just to witness my beauty in three diminsions 

Necessary, vengence, losing my religion 

Only five words that are worse for me to hear is 

"Babe, I think I'm pregnant." 

It's really nothing to murder cowards with a crowbar 

And have them scared to leave the house for fear of death like Solar 

I take credit for a ton of police, it's Chino's fault 

Then carve my name in your face and fill the wounds up with table salt 

The mission, infiltrate the system with or without guns 

And choke you till your lungs have no air/heir like kings with no sons 

The world told me, "Go to Hell", alright I'll meet you there 

Latino's don't cheat death, we defeat it fair and square 

Tearing your faggott ass in half and laugh and try to diss me 

You ain't worth the urine particles existing in my piss stream 

Since the cradle a word angel with a broken halo 

The kid with the broken halo 

The devil won't seem to let me go 

They say that fake's the new real 

I'll chop them up in suitcases, let the familiy pick one like it's Deal Or No Deal 

They try to get at me, bitter the kid out spit they bosses 

I'll have the studio literally littered with rapper's corpses 

Bringer of death, barbarian will impale 

If God was a rapper than He'd be Chino XL 

Stuck up, snotty, known to body rappers biblically 

Leave 'em like Sampson with his eyes gouged out by the Phiilistines 

Of my own style, I'm the father, Maury Povich 

Chino's so tight in the booth, I'm feeling clausterphobic 

Free of the corporate theater, my heater is coming soon 

If I attack you on stage you will not make it to your dressing room 

They call me brutal cause I don't think a cop should shoot you 

Then get away with it, we shouldn't have it, come on, be truthful 

My homie tried to get a grant to go to school 

All he was granted was Fox News views of Oscar Grant in his tomb 

Guerilla monsoon with a blow torch 

You can't hold a candle 

Y'all ain't no vandals wearing skinny jeans and Croc sandels 

My art canvas will start panics 

Will heartlessly go to the Bronx Zoo bear handed to tear apart Pandas 

I wanna scalp these traitors and bring out my native thoughts 

Cause revolution has never been a spectator sport 

Chino, the muscle fill will lay you down right in a tomb 

There will be nowhere on your body that doesn't have a wound 

I write like someone's life inside of a cartoon 

The fiendish, human Venus Flytrap of raps is in full bloom 

Heaven's on the payroll even with my broken halo 

The kid with the broken halo 

The devil won't seem to let me go 

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