What It Takes

[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"

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