Resurrection 1994 [Verse:] Um, them wanna test the champion, it can't be...(More)

Resurrection 1994 [Verse:] Um, them wanna test the champion, it can't be done You walking barb wires, watch me carve liars to shogun Cuts a duck, fuck "Naughty" I'm in that hate ya "Nature" Ready to break ya, (state ya), claiming I raped ya, (faker) Take you degrees deeper than death I get you dissed To get you pissed, the mister split ya wrist Thinking I bit twist now picture this Me biting something from you, and you can't top me Better yet stop me, or drop me, your technique is sloppy Check my flow autopsy Copy yet never be cleverly my shit blows up Leaving them froze up, straight from the toes up Rip these shows up, in my city, we run shit like president do Turn you to residue, snatch you your revenue Rip "This and That" like Dres'll a due Vestibule, your dead bodies I feel we cut your hair short Dissin the Chi, why dare sport We fly more heads then airports Thinking you hard but when I pull your card I bet ya stretch Go fetch a Treach, I make him disappear like Etch A Sketch Wretched nigga, keep Chi out your mouth or get your neck split Quickly I used to wreck shit, but now punk I'm on some next shit Check it, the crew you tried is making sure your bluer side Face the beat down bitch nigga, fucking with Chi, suicide [Chorus:] Suidice when you're fucking with Chi - BOOYAH I wonder why (I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die) [x4] [Verse:] I come deep as golpher tactics, pop them like prophylactics With flowmatics, no statics takin, breakin' punks up I'm a pro at it Go at it with whoever, crew never cracks, pack gats Fuck your chains and locks, chainsaws, hatchets, butter cutters and bats Braids and blades and machetes, petty shit you carry Can't scare me fairy, burn your obituary at the cemetary II to a casket, heads in bread bask', was dead when lead blast And burn him like ashes, FUCK A GHETTO BASTARD Huh, come with that "hey ho", better stay low end up with a halo, spread blood like mayo Looks like a TKO, say no, to Treachery, bet ya be thinking you're ganking I do the shankin', Naughty kids always get a spankin' So uh, go diss some more emcees instead of these Punk your better ease, or get your head filled up with holes like cheddar cheese Never let a breeze, slow me down kid this ain't the season "Tung Twist' back to Chicago"? Bitch, who told you I was leaving? [Chorus:] Suidice when you're fucking with Chi - BOOYAH I wonder why (I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die) [x4] [Verse:] Selector, my DJ cuts up, B-hyper, what's up Let's beat the nuts up, eat the ducks up Then sweep they guts up The things I bring will make you spring forward and later fall back Talking about Twisting don't impress you, like your shit is all that Go get your tecs I got grenadas to pack pins Be quick to stack men, black men with mac 10s Ready to let their finger back bend And if I catch your dreamin, of descendant schemin' Y'all find an intoxicated demon, sucking semen, hear what I'm screamin? Huh, another pussy wants to break me in a homosapian Beat him down and wont give a fuck what type of shape he in Yellow is the color of cape he in, punk your style'll be Facing fatality, split his head like a personality While I'll be cracking heads like jokes, leave a tight stitch For dissing me hype pitch, fuck you and that white bitch I'm hoping your mic switch Remember that show in the West? Thought I waswimp, man please, the pimp slam Gs Swing on MCs like chimpanzees Get your nose bust, bones broke, make rappers split with this shit Talking shit about the Chi behind me back, now you get this bitch What's up nigga, come on step, unless you just a sucker Fucking with Chi, suicide mission motherfucker [Chorus:] Suidice when you're fucking with Chi - BOOYAH I wonder why (I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die) [x4] [scratching](Less)