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No Complex Lyrics - Singles - Chino Xl

Your molecules are now in motion 

Hypnotic effect 

So check the way you move 

On your complexes 

 

Inferiority complex 

I got you carrying glocks and tecs 

And got you feeling hesitant 

To step on stage and represent 

 

It's your complex that rips and wrecks your confidence 

Creates paranoias inside of your mind when you rhyme 

The term chino's latin 

But I got black soul 

Flows I creates "unforgettable" like nat king cole 

Bulletholes through the shields of your landcruiser (your click) 

My click is stoned like they eyes gazed upon medusa 

Makin this picture clearer 

It gets weirder than incest 

Knowledge my name, I'm on a different plane like herve villachez 

Getting the people hyped like monday night at the improv 

Dive in ricki's lake plus I rush like limbaugh (hey) 

I will detach your limbs, there ain't no wins if you test mine 

You won't be coming back again like sinbad's sitcom 

I think they wanna battle 

You blew up like roseanne's belly 

Your style's too old to do me like aaliyah and r. kelly 

Fear and superstition could get iller than circumcision 

And things could get more ugly than coolio when his hair frizzin 

My mind's a warfield like marsha or justin 

Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous combustion (kill all my) 

Kill all my complexes make any crowd scream and yell 

Oppose and catch a bullet in your back like philip pannell 

It's your complex that makes you buy a fake rolex 

To impress the next big butt big breast like it's a contest 

Materialistic complex, I make you worship an ac' or lex' 

Now that you're feel inadequate you're cashin checks for sex 

But see, I'm from a small town called (bitch please) 

So don't seize the thought 

Now see she's caught, go see your daddy for child support 

Your complex it got your mind inside a group home 

I got you puttin that suit on 

Fuck them crabs you spend your loot on 

Euphorically, categorically, chino rips shit historically 

*inhale* 

Puff you like sensi, rob your shit like jodeci 

Better hope your girl don't notice me 

You was a platinum artist 'til the complex got into ya 

But I spread new rap styles like prostitutes spread chlamydia 

Grammy nominee, wit yaself you ain't in harmony 

Now I'm hearing you wanna bring it on to me 

Fresh off your tour you don't want no verbal war 

Better stay in your lexus 

I was creating metaphors this morning while you were selecting 

Which credit card to pay for that bitch's breakfast with 

Your car is painted like the sistine chapel 

But you still couldn't get a piece of that bitch's ass 

If you had a scalpel 

I'm rough as hell, crush your crew, turn you into beetles 

Eat a porcupine, puh, spit out the needles 

Bzzz bzzz, my shit is fly you can ask anyone 

I'm not mtv so I can leave you dead at 21 

People stand amazed (how could you go on a killing craze) 

Cause my heart is blacker than the cotton fields in the slavery days 

Fuck friends long as a bitch bends (benz) like mercedes 

Invade your mental like u.s. troops invaded haiti's 

Ladies, that are latin be lovin me more than desi arnez but 

My voice be aggravatin bitches like rosie perez so 

I breaks a virgin's hymen open like the seventh seal 

"i'm givin them, somethin, they, can feel" 

I explore a woman's vaginal region like lewis and clark (please douche) 

I might decide to eat the bush like sandra bernhardt 

Now even the japanese girls wanna blow me like I'm sony 

But like mike and that presley bitch, the relationship is phony (phony) 

So baby we can do it, take your time, do it right 

The whole game's like richie valens it should never take flight (uh-huh) 

I don't need gold singles to purchase phallic symbols 

I keep my queen, you keep chasin materialistic bitches, yo 

 

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Wreckin this it's your complex 

They got you feelin mad depressed 

You can't rest, from the stress 

Wondering what they gonna do next 

 

Your complex is the wall they got your back up against 

Intense pressure got you feelin like without em you just worthless 

The term chino 

Goes synonymous with corpses flipped 

But never celebrated like hanukkah in auschwitz 

My complex flips 

Where'd he get that vain kind of mindframe? 

Cause I've been rippin this way since mc's was just a labor pain 

Underground for far too long but now I will be surfacin 

Spray from my brain on the train -- like colin ferguson 

They say I go too far but pop radio playin me 

Like fcc stands for -- fuckin chino's crazy 

But I make tlc stand for they love chino when I terrify 

You'll never eat chili 'cause I'm an arsonist like left-eye 

But I can't forget i, heard you say you'll leave me deceased, please 

That's famous last words like the I have a dream speech 

Beats fat like melodie sweet like bellamy 

You're gellin me more than niggaz at pmd shows be yellin for e 

They try to diss 'cause I don't have that, I have this (chances are) 

They tryin to make me soft like johnny mathis 

Fuck strike a nerve, I massacre strike a main vein 

One line from my brain could turn bar mitzvah's into soul train 

"but I'm still standin", keepin straight 

And marijuana helped me to escape like it was al cowlings 

Still rippin shit, no videos and no source ad 

I live the type of life that could make hammer say it's all bad (hahahaha) 

Put it on, one class of car that I can afford has not been built 

I can't afford cookies, that's even though I'm labelmates with milk 

It's like wayne's world 'cause they say that "i'm not worthy!" 

My company is fuckin me like arsenio does eddie murphy 

Industry kills, I go for the throat 

I treat you all like bobby brown and whitney houston's marriage- 

One big joke 

 

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It's your complex that got your carryin glocks and tecs 

It's your complex that got you cashin checks for sex 

It's your complex why you scared of what I'm gonna say next 

Chino x, ninety-five ninety-six no complex 

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