[Featuring Jully Black]
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
epileptics
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&
