Bare Witness Lyrics - Singles - Choclair

T dot O, to the N dot Y 

That's how we do it 

Choclair, Kardinall hooked on my man Guru 

And Y look, bitch? The fuck 

Yo, T dot rocks y'all 

We smoke and mix up in your face, you're weeded 

So you drop y'all, leaving y'all hired skills depleted 

'Cause you locked y'all, 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 tyres 'cause 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 brethren, bless the man 

Slide like the doors on the Caravan 

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, Chandon 

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 flavor 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 

Ayo, 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 

Ayo, 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 

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 

Gots 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 career 

If they touch the mics stand, nigga 'nuff said 

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 par, pimping 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 

Ayo, 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 

Ayo, witness the fitness 

Who's next on the hitlist? 

Rap so exact that you can't do shit 

My attitude on the hoes 

I wreck the mic like a pimp, pimps hoes 

Like a pimp, pimps hoes, pimp, pimps hoes 

Let's close 

Yo, you see, I like to party 

Just as much as the next man 

So, you know this one right here 

This one's for y'all