Track selection by: Phenomenal P 

Scriptures - C-Lance, Ransom & Chino XL Ft. DJ Eclipse
Release Date: August 10, 2022
Producer: C-Lance

Verse 2: Chino XL

Every verse that I'm spitting is a cold slaughter
But you know that damn well like two structures that hold water
The flows that I thought of are haunted in this day of atonement
Contacting Chino for a song's been a literal "Come to Jesus" moment
Born of resistance, scorned by swarms, a life form with a formidable interest
Each song I invented was met like a vet with a torn meniscus
Derek Barbosa jerseys, Rocky Balboa known for going the distance
Smokin' the piston, it's bad that you're heavier than Brock Lesnar's wrist is
I'm from the same city as Treach is where the crime wave is high
And the coke whiter than the light people claim they see when they first die
So how you want to scuffle? Guns or knuckles, struggle with my ton of muscle
Don't get dropped off at the top of the turnbuckle by Lady London's uncle
Locked in a dungeon, that's dysfunctional, pivotal spit mount
Distribute a few fiery tongues that are untouchable
Graduated the East West Conflict institute in my palm
Perpetually shine eventual syllable measurable
Dark touch you hello darkness my old friend
My heartless spends a legend like Simon and Garfunkel
Chino's legitimate a man, bars are lit again
Spitting scars and carcinogens
Move Satan and God equally, want us too hard and litigate
My distance 'members your limbs, you might want to refrigerate
So later a surgeon gon' reattach your arms, while you’re staying there at hand, you write that trap, scribble it
I'm ill but I'm literate, I'm illiterate, so nonconsiderate
I'm indifferent and articulate when I celebrate to be heralded as a heretic
Beyond America, fly me to the Emirates, teach me Arabic
So I can discover deeper sciences and elements and uncover religion equivalent to Genesis
They ain't gotta show shit, I know I don't spit it appropriate
But any instrument of laughter I vocal it, they say the vocal lit
You don't want to spread it in all caps, fuck your soft raps
I'm all twisted and there literally no middle pedal in this whip no more, I'm pushing all gas
Intelligent, I'm merciful but can't let a fool live
Eighth grade, eighth grade, I'm just repeating it like you did