What It Takes Lyrics - Singles - Choclair

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 'cause 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 'cause 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 

'cause 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