Moreno was born in Sacramento, California to a Mexican father and a Mexican/Irish/Native American/Chinese mother; the latter being the origin of his Spanish nickname Chino, which means "Chinese" in Spanish. He was the third of five children. The Deftones were quite close with the stepson of Max Cavalera of Sepultura and Soulfly, and when he died, Chino was one of the pallbearers at his funeral.
In relation to his often ambiguous yet image-heavy poetic lyrics, Moreno quotes: "[Sometimes] my lyrics don't deal with specific topics. I write down on paper the feelings of the moment, it's not easy to explain the contents of the lyrics or give a logical sense to the words. What I write is also a reaction to the music we make, so the Deftones' sound is not pop, it doesn't communicate happy feelings. Paradoxically my favorite songs of the album talk about love, in a clearly different view." Despite this, Chino has been known to write songs about social issues such as racism, prostitution, urban violence, and drugs. However, even these songs can be rather vague and cryptic.
In 2001 Moreno developed a throat injury and was forced to miss at least four shows. He suffered inflammation on his right vocal cord and partial paralysis of the left vocal cord.
During the making of Deftones' White Pony, Chino began work on a side project, Team Sleep. Chino's influences range from such bands as The Cure, Bad Brains, The Smiths, Duran Duran, The Smashing Pumpkins, Depeche Mode, Helmet, Ugly Kid Joe, Jawbox, Faith No More, Mr. Bungle, Hum, Kool Keith, and Weezer, and claims that Deftones' 2006 album, Saturday Night Wrist, is more of a compromise between all of the members' influences, ranging from their brutal and brooding heavy signature seen on Adrenaline, Around the Fur and Deftones to the more melodic sound heard on White Pony. Chino recently worked with post-hardcore band Norma Jean, on their album The Anti Mother. Chino has also worked with the band Dance Gavin Dance in the song titled "Caviar."
Wicked
Chino Moreno Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
We got running mixes in the headphones
Wicked
One, two, three, and I come with the wicked
Style, you know that I'm from
The wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo
Yeah, you, kick it wicked rhymes, picket signs
While me and the mob gotta trunk full of nines
Drop, and I'll slay ya
Play, play thug-made, ah from the heya
Ready to buck, buck, buck
But it's a must to duck, duck, duck
Before I bust ya, looking for the one that did it
You want my vote, no, you're never gonna get it
'Cause I'm the one with the fat, mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills
Sittin' at the pad just chillin'
Larry Parker just got two million
Oh, what a fuckin' feelin'
That nigga done past me the peel
And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal
Like it, work it, baby I'll rock that test
Tube baby, kick it, 'cause I get
Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (wicked)
Don't say nothin', just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
You come my way, ya get served
Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest
Nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin
Gotta fat frown 'cause I'm down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots
Step in, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it's awfully quiet, they want to label this nigga
Do with the sticker, uh, but that's nasty
'Cause I gotta body count like Ice-T
From here to New York
I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork
You're sly, ya pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a so-fro'd caucasian
Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket, but you talkin'
Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
Ooh
Something' here with this shit off (yeah)
Get the fuck out my face, come on
People wanna know how come
I gotta gat, and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise
Kinda trigger-happy like the Ghetto Boys
April twenty-ninth was power to the people
Ya'll might just see a sequel
'Cause police got equal pay
A horse is a pig that don't fly straight
I'm doin' Darryl Gates, but is Willie Williams
Down with the pilgrims?
I'm through with the picket signs
So I think the job is dead, get out 'cause I get
Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (wicked, fuzz)
Say
'Cause I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
'Cause I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
'Cause I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (wicked)
Chino Moreno's song "Wicked" is a powerful and politically charged rap/rock song that showcases his unique style of music. The lyrics are full of complex rhyming patterns, political references, and allusions to hip-hop culture. The music itself is a combination of heavy guitar riffs, electronic beats, and Moreno's alternating vocal style, from a gritty rap cadence to a soaring chorus.
The song begins with a callout to Chuck, who is called out to start running mixes in the headphones. The title "Wicked" sets the tone of the song, with Moreno proclaiming that he is the one with the "fat, mad skills," and he won't "choke like the Buffalo Bills." He is "from the wicked crew" and he has everyone "jumping to the voodoo." The lyrics reference guns, violence, and drugs, with lines like "me and the mob gotta trunk full of nines" and "that nigga done past me the peel." The lyrics also reference politics and social issues, making references to Darryl Gates and Willie Williams, both former Chief of Police in Los Angeles. Moreno's lyrics are full of anger and aggression as he calls out societal injustices and systemic oppression.
Throughout the song, Moreno's lyrics showcase his unique style, making use of clever wordplay, metaphor, and double entendres. He uses his platform to speak truth to power and raise awareness about the issues facing the black community. The song's chorus is a repeated phrase, "I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire," which emphasizes the message that he is the one with the power, and he will not be silenced by the system.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo Chuck
We got running mixes in the headphones
Wicked
Chuck, we have some great music to listen to right now
One, two, three, and I come with the wicked
Style, you know that I'm from
The wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo
I have a unique and incredible style, but you might not know that because I belong to a group of artists that you don't respect. However, my music is so good that it has everyone entranced
Yeah, you, kick it wicked rhymes, picket signs
While me and the mob gotta trunk full of nines
Drop, and I'll slay ya
Play, play thug-made, ah from the heya
You may be talking big and making noise, but I'm not impressed because I come from a different world where we carry guns instead of picket signs. So if you mess with me, I'll take you down easily
Ready to buck, buck, buck
But it's a must to duck, duck, duck
Before I bust ya, looking for the one that did it
You want my vote, no, you're never gonna get it
I'm always ready for a fight, but you better watch out because I'm looking for the person who wronged me, and I won't hesitate to attack. Also, don't bother trying to win my approval because it's not going to happen
'Cause I'm the one with the fat, mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills
Sittin' at the pad just chillin'
Larry Parker just got two million
Oh, what a fuckin' feelin'
I am extremely talented and won't make mistakes. In fact, I'm so good that I can relax while someone close to me comes into a lot of money, which feels great
That nigga done past me the peel
And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal
Like it, work it, baby I'll rock that test
Tube baby, kick it, 'cause I get
I've been given something to smoke, and I'm feeling great. I can take on anyone and win, just like Shaquille O'Neal. I'm great at what I do, so let's get down to business
Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (wicked)
I warned people not to mess with me, but they didn't listen, so now I'm here to prove them wrong and show them just how amazing I am
Don't say nothin', just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
You come my way, ya get served
Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest
Nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin
Gotta fat frown 'cause I'm down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots
Step in, use my steel toe as a weapon
Listen up, because I have a plan to break Mike Tyson out of prison. If you mess with me, you'll regret it because I'm still armed and dangerous. I'm not happy with my life, and it shows on my face. I walk around with a tough attitude and will use my boots as weapons if necessary
And it's awfully quiet, they want to label this nigga
Do with the sticker, uh, but that's nasty
'Cause I gotta body count like Ice-T
From here to New York
I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork
You're sly, ya pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a so-fro'd caucasian
Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket, but you talkin'
Things are getting tense, and people are trying to label me as a bad guy. That's disgusting because I'm proud of my success and don't deserve that kind of treatment. I've faced a lot of violence, but I'm still here and doing well. I have lots of relationships, but they are not with pigs. Listen to my music, and you'll see that I have soul, just like Wilson Pickett
Ooh
Something' here with this shit off (yeah)
Get the fuck out my face, come on
Sorry, but something isn't right here, so I need to end this conversation and get away from you
People wanna know how come
I gotta gat, and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise
Kinda trigger-happy like the Ghetto Boys
People are always asking me why I carry a gun, but I'm ready to defend myself just like Malcolm X. I'm not afraid to make noise and intimidate others, just like the Ghetto Boys
April twenty-ninth was power to the people
Ya'll might just see a sequel
'Cause police got equal pay
A horse is a pig that don't fly straight
I'm doin' Darryl Gates, but is Willie Williams
Down with the pilgrims?
I'm through with the picket signs
So I think the job is dead, get out 'cause I get
April 29 is a day when we celebrate the power of the people, and there might be more to come. The police are finally getting paid equally. A horse is a lie that people believe. I'm not interested in protesting anymore, so it's time to move on to something else
Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (wicked, fuzz)
I warned people not to mess with me, but they didn't listen. Now that I'm here and in your face, you'll keep doing what you're doing because I'm just too good. The atmosphere is electric and intense, and I'm ready to make some noise
Say
'Cause I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
'Cause I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
'Cause I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (wicked)
I'm really, really amazing, and I've told people not to push me. But now they're doing it anyway since I'm here, and I'm ready to show them just how incredible I am
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Angelo Trotter, Anthony Holmes, Clarence Satchell, Derek Francisco Lynch, Edward Goodman, Gregory A. Webster, Jesse Lars Jr., Leroy Bonner, Marvin R. Pierce, Norman Bruc, O'shea Jackson, Stanley Jones
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@carlitos5984
Yo Chuck
We got running mixes in the headphones
Wicked
One, two, three, and I come with the wicked
Style, you know that I'm from
The wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo
Yeah, you, kick it wicked rhymes, picket signs
While me and the mob gotta trunk full of nines
Drop, and I'll slay ya
Play, play thug-made, ah from the heya
Ready to buck, buck, buck
But it's a must to duck, duck, duck
Before I bust ya, looking for the one that did it
You want my vote, no, you're never gonna get it
'Cause I'm the one with the fat, mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills
Sittin' at the pad just chillin'
Larry Parker just got two million
Oh, what a fuckin' feelin'
That nigga done past me the peel
And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal
Like it, work it, baby I'll rock that test
Tube baby, kick it, 'cause I get
Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (wicked)
Don't say nothin', just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
You come my way, ya get served
Still got a deuce that'll bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest
Nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin
Gotta fat frown 'cause I'm down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots
Step in, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it's awfully quiet, they want to label this nigga
Do with the sticker, uh, but that's nasty
'Cause I gotta body count like Ice-T
From here to New York
I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork
You're sly, ya pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a so-fro'd caucasian
Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket, but you talkin'
Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
Ooh
Something' here with this shit off (yeah)
Get the fuck out my face, come on
People wanna know how come
I gotta gat, and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise
Kinda trigger-happy like the Ghetto Boys
April twenty-ninth was power to the people
Ya'll might just see a sequel
'Cause police got equal pay
A horse is a pig that don't fly straight
I'm doin' Darryl Gates, but is Willie Williams
Down with the pilgrims?
I'm through with the picket signs
So I think the job is dead, get out 'cause I get
Wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (wicked, fuzz)
Say
'Cause I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire
'Cause I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
'Cause I'm wicked, I told them not to keep on their fire
But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire (wicked)
@esellanta
This always makes me smile. You can hear the youthfulness in Chino's voice.
@dinkotrinajstic8950
methfullness
@barunyumlembam4451
@Dinko Trinajstić 🤣🤣🤣 Exactly My Thought, I'm About To Wrote Down The Same As You Did First . WHAT THE FUCK 🤣 !!!
But In A Very Much Cool Way Though. 🤘
@barunyumlembam4451
Lots Of Metal Vocalist Can't Executive The Similar Powerfull Vocals As Chino , Jonathan And Corey Back In The Day When Mtv Used To Play Cool Musics .
@killjoy1056
@Barun Yumlembam In Fieldy's book he says that Chino and Jon were both slammed drunk and Chino was slurring hard lol
@nikitaprosin4993
@Barun Yumlembam deftones amd slipknot are still amazing. Korn is still good too. These bamds are on of a kind. Thats why they are relavent today still
@mav.-
I love Deftones... I love Korn... Why did I not hear this song until now... I am crying from happiness...
@angottony8671
you failed your life lol !!!!!!!!
@shammyboy207
cuz of limp biskit
@Dabearscubsfan
It’s glorious and it’s never too late