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what it take to make it
what does it to make it

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my style will lock you down and get your stimulated
decapitating people my pen orchestrated
mad on the paper
and Ill Behavior be favoring sky scrapers
I be looking sides like snipers
the crossfire
when my shots ring to bust up a
and be flicking
so fluids on empty,
my rolls like a stampeed
causing mad
smoked like (inhaling)
so the hand from the M.I. got you high
and made your cry
so people check my
the Side Representative's who I be
be nice-ly spreading rhymes like jam
people, I'll strand
for all propaganda
talking trash this flow-er
knowing the ramifications
I'm harder then ------- or before some penetration
with Kid and
conceited for the fact that all these around town with
blown heads got
by me and Ill B.
I be what I
shut your mouth child, I'm that one, that persona
the illest lyrics, having breakers on the floor shaking like they're

fresher then some or a squirt from Banaka
a raw rocker
the Chiz-Chiznocka

what it take to make it
what it take to make it

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the Choclair comes back, my eyes are
so rappers running for the back, Choclair don't
yo, realness
forget the nonsense that ain't
about "keep my face screwed, how caps I like to peel"
I don't talk about no guns because I do not carry
never advocate no violence 'cause violence don't me
just talking about "be with these ladies that be sexy"
you don't like it, I don't give a..... my brother
I roll the force like Skywalker
understand fly talker, Chiznocka
yo, you try to get with man who has four eyes
yo, you die 'cause I be Choclair
(yeah, you my rhyme )
you know my style, you know sometimes I be
when lyrics hit my brain, all people run over
to urinals to leak out that nonsense they're dropping, man
Choclair
yo, the Ill B. be representing enough
(yeah,we break it like that
Chocs, you got to say about those who want to roll up)
I care though
cause when it comes down to battle
they die ease
pass like breeze
or maybe leave like
some rappers how I do it
how I - how I get it
my be leaving
but I still come
'cause they're just ill rhymes
and ill
Artifacts
they try to be on the side of the tracks
but got licked by the
the ill-sane
Choclair for brain

what it take to make it
what it take to make it
what does it take to it
what does it take to it