Binance

Bare Witness (Choclair)

T dot O, to the N dot Y That's how we do it Choclair, Kardinall hooked on my man Guru And Y look, bitch? The f**k Yo, T dot rocks y'all We smoke and mix up in your face, you're weeded So you drop y'all, leaving y'all hired skills depleted 'Cause you locked y'all, 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 tyres 'cause 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 brethren, bless the man Slide like the doors on the Caravan 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, Chandon 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 flavor 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 Ayo, 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 Ayo, 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 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 Gots 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 career If they touch the mics stand, nigga 'nuff said Hear the battle cry Niggas getting herded like cattle to die Why? Why? What the f**k you think? What the f**k 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 par, pimping 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 Ayo, 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 Ayo, witness the fitness Who's next on the hitlist? Rap so exact that you can't do shit My attitude on the hoes I wreck the mic like a pimp, pimps hoes Like a pimp, pimps hoes, pimp, pimps hoes Let's close Yo, you see, I like to party Just as much as the next man So, you know this one right here This one's for y'all