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Choclair F/ Guru Miscellaneous Bare Witness INTRO [YlooK] Uh..T dot O to the N dot Y That's how we do it Choclair, Kardinall hooked with my man Guru And YlooK bitch? What the fuck? [Choclair] Yo, T-dot rocks y'all We smoke and mix up in your face, you weeded So you drop y'all, leaving y'all hired skills depleated 'Cause you lockjaw, Chocs and Guru begin Can you believe this how we lock y'all Niggas who be talking how they bigger How you figure? You can spark with or talk with This raw artist You talk heartless but game straight harmless Snatch your mic out your hand Leave your fingers harmless We rottweilers, while y'all be the tires You need to retire Fucking with Toronto, get your pink slip you're fired Kicked out the Thompson Hall through Apollo doors Guru be the bre-the-ren Bless the man, slide like the doors on the Caravan [Guru] The ill format, the skills all that Twist enemies Jack Let's counteract, plus build and all that In fact, take a flight to Toronto and back Be over there with Choclair, Kardinall with the track In the year born born, suckers have been forewarned Take you higher than hydro or Moet ?? Word is bond, it's on in this rap game I slap mens, mack dames, yes I'm a fly black king Stacking paper now, packing flavour now Hit you dead in the head now My hunger gotta get fed now My style's similar to a fierce knuckle hit Or like hollow-points to pierce your whole fucking frame CHORUS X2 [Choclair] {Guru} A-yo witness the fitness Who's next on the hitlist? Rap so exact that you can't do shit {Witness the fitness} {Who's next on the hitlist?} {Rap so exact you catch the shakes like a sickness} [Choclair] Now it's the skinny man dropping this Lock your brain, lock your lips Talking shit? Bust your game Career flops? I'm to blame What's the name? [yeah] Guru and the Chocs will reign Wild like the lion's mane walking through the rain Or walking through the pain of critic suffering Got my eyes on the prize with the red dot locked That's to keep it hot My hungry-ass niggas be down for the figures Green in the jean, Cruise like some act figures You fucking with some raw, suave, dog ass niggas Look into the eyes of the man that will be detrimental to your career If you even touch the micstand, nigga 'nuff said Verse 4: Guru Hear the battle cry Niggas getting herded like cattle to die Why? [why?] What the fuck you think? [what the fuck you think?] You know they want our type of species to become extinct Still we multiply, they can't really kill us They're upset, we're a threat 'cause their kids really feel us They think we're drug dealers, and some of us maybe are But I be the G-U-R-U of the Gang to the Starr I'm going far baby pa, dipping in a fly car Getting eyes from the honeys, parking up at the bar Always up to par when I spar And yo, while your protecting your neck I be like breaking your jaw Yo trizzack, your shit's wizzack I took that shit thizzack, it shouldn't of even been up on the rizzack Straight like thizzack, motherfuckers CHORUS A-yo witness the fitness Who's next on the hitlist? Rap so exact that you can't do shit Cut and scratched by YlooK "My attitude on the hoes.." |
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