Choclair F- Jully Black What It Takes Lyrics

What It Takes Lyrics

CHORUS

 

 what does it take to make it

 what does it take to make it

 

 VERSE 1

 

 my style will lock you down and get your brain stimulated

 decapitating people while my pen orchestrated

 mad flavor on the paper

 and Ill Behavior be favoring some sky scrapers

 I be looking over sides like snipers

 watch the crossfire

 when my shots ring to bust up a cipher

 and lighters be flicking

 so fluids on empty, indeed 

 my style rolls like a stampeed

 causing mad casualties

 mics smoked like (inhaling)

 so the second hand from the M.I. got you high

 and made your doves cry

 so people check my slang

 the Borough Side Representative's who I be

 styles be nice-ly spreading rhymes like jam

 people, I'll strand y'all

 for all your propaganda

 talking trash about this flow-er

 without knowing the ramifications

 I'm staying harder then ------- or before some penetration

 with Kid and Supreme

 conceited for the fact that all these people around town with

 blown heads got depleted

 by me and Ill B.

 I be what I wanna

 shut your stinkin' mouth child, I'm that one, that persona

 finds the illest lyrics, having breakers on the floor shaking like they're

 pileptics

 fresher then some chloroseptic or a squirt from Banaka

 a raw chief rocker

 check the Chiz-Chiznocka

 

 CHORUS

 

 what does it take to make it 

 what does it take to make it

 

 VERSE 2

 

 the Choclair comes back, my eyes are closed

 so rappers running for the back, Choclair don't care

 yo, it's realness

 forget the nonsense that ain't real

 about "keep my face screwed, how many caps I like to peel"

 I don't talk about no guns because guns I do not carry

 never advocate no violence cuz violence don't become me 

 just talking about "be chillin' with these ladies that be sexy"

 you don't like it, well I don't give a..... my brother

 I roll with the force like Skywalker

 understand this fly talker, Chiznocka

 yo, you try to get with this man who has four eyes

 yo, you die twice cuz I be Choclair 

 (yeah, you know my rhyme )

 you know my style, you know sometimes I be complex

 when lyrics hit my brain, all these people run over

 to their urinals to leak out that nonsense they're dropping, man

 it's Choclair

 yo, the Ill B. be representing enough hits

 (yeah,we break it down like that

 Chocs, what you got to say about those who want to roll up)

 I don't care though

 cause when it comes down to battle emcees 

 they die with ease

 they pass like breeze

 or maybe leave like trees

 some rappers wonder how I do it

 how I - how I get into it 

 my breath be leaving

 but I still come back

 cuz they're just receiving ill rhymes

 and ill raps

 like Artifacts

 they try to be on the wrong side of the tracks 

 but got licked by the train

 understand the ill-sane

 Choclair for your brain

 

 CHORUS

 

 what does it take to make it 

 what does it take to make it

 what does it take to make it 

 what does it take to make it