Choclair F- Guru Bare Witness Lyrics

Bare Witness Lyrics

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.."