Nick Wiz ft. Cella Dwellas ft. Chino XL and Tony Atlas - āMain Aim (Remix)ā
[Emcee(s): Chino XL, Phantasm, Tony Atlas, and U.G.]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]
[Hook: Samples]
āMaintain. Few remain the gameā - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - āItās Like That (My Big Brother)ā
āSo I remain focused, hip hopās the main aimā - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - āItās Like That (My Big Brother)ā
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
The lyric tarantula, Chino ābout to make an example of
One verse shitting on your whole label roster sampler
My first name: Chino. Last name: Went There
Leaving rappers curled up and dyed like Immatureās hair
Lyrical warfare when Iām spraying shit, my stylе
Like AIDSāhalf of yāall got it, just none of yāall are saying shit
I hatе and spit at devils that wanna possess Chiā
Jesus came in the vocal booth like āN***a, you the next meā
Test me, battle, and you can become a dead man
Thereās a lot of fake Chinos like Craig Mackās a fake Redman
But Iām above the surface of this rap circus, write more
Incredible verses on accident than you can on purpose
You a worthless waste of flesh like fat asses on a nun
Iām Godās bastard son that blasts and thinks bloodbaths are fun
Hate you with a passion. White chicks faint like Iām Hanson
Historically known for bringing down the house like Samson
My damn tongue bursts. In the first verse is a bad curse that hurts
Iāll leave you passengers at church, inside a black hearse
Escaping the wrath of Jersā, itās a sad Earth, my pen dirts, axe-
-murdering-type massacre occurs if we match words
Past blurs, I smack herbs, up n***as you all fuck Iāma
Thatās how Iāma fuck all of you n***as up backwards
And Iāma be the sickest ātil Iām dead, the type to watch
Halloween eight times just to laugh at LLās head
My new album is Flo-Joās heartāwatch it blow up. You aināt
Just wackāyouāre what wack wants to be when it grows up
[Verse 2: Phantasm]
Dwellas used to be
The last in the draft. Now we mastered the craft
On behalf of my staff, yāall crabs make me laugh
On the corner, spitting trash while weāre out, getting cash
New year, feel the wrath. Leave you split with a gash
The underground running rap, real skills coming back
Real heads loving that. Jail time? No fun in that
You my son in rap. Who want lyrical combat?
We could take it to the stage and beyond that. Yāall know
This rap shit? Weāre controlling it. Wait for my solo shit
Heat, guns, and rhymes? Yeah, weāre holding it
And yāall can get laid to rest. Slay the best
When Iām pissy-drunk off the [?], no questā
[Hook: Samples] (x2)
āMaintain. Few remain the gameā - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - āItās Like That (My Big Brother)ā
āSo I remain focused, hip hopās the main aimā - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - āItās Like That (My Big Brother)ā
[Verse 3: Tony Atlas]
Keep your mind
In focus. That n***a Atā spits lines ferocious
Roast cliques, spark ice similar to sculptures
You cats are hopeless, always claim your shitās the dopest. Letās
Switch guts with holsters. Weāre on all your bitchesā posters
With UG and P, n***as made a mock of me. Now they wanna
Flock to me ācause they heard I be buying property
Slow down the pace. Still, a four-pound goes around the waist
More rounds to waste, motherfucker, more grounds to break
Iām in it for the glamour and glitz, no time for babbling chicks
Iām splattering cliques, rocking different patterns of kicks
So test me. Flows rapid just like a jet ski. Give me
Any Nick track, and watch me skate faster than Gretzky
Jealous ones envy. Like Fat Joe, soon to stack dough
Smack hoes, clap emcees that front at rap shows
Assholes donāt know who theyāre fucking with while Feds we be
Bucking quick while theyāre backstage and sucking dick
Fucking prick!
[Verse 4: U.G.]
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
Who wanna battle? I travel like bullets through gun barrels
Get grappled and tackled to the gravel. Wild like a jackal
My n***as clap youāitās actual facts. Slap you with gats
Raps that penetrate and pop your air sacks. Vision like
Miramax when Iām writing, the rap titan who
Still loves Mike Tyson despite the ear-biting, mic-
-fighting on tracks, kid. Now who wanna do me?
You wind up in ER like George Clooney. Flows looney
My whole platoon be plagued with rap skills
Jewels and chicks in the Catskills, my stack ill
For real, kid. UG holds it down like Iām supposed ta
I swing my shit like Sammy Sosa. N***a, Iāll roast yaāwhat?!?
[Hook: Samples] (x2)
āMaintain. Few remain the gameā - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - āItās Like That (My Big Brother)ā
āSo I remain focused, hip hopās the main aimā - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - āItās Like That (My Big Brother)ā