Lirik Lagu Bare Witness - Choclair F/ Guru
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INTRO [YlooK]Uh..T dot Oto the N dot YThat's how we do itChoclair, Kardinall hooked with my man GuruAnd YlooK bitch? What the fuck?
[Choclair]Yo, T-dot rocks y'allWe smoke and mix up in your face, you weededSo you drop y'all, leaving y'all hired skills depleated'Cause you lockjaw, Chocs and Guru beginCan you believe this how we lock y'allNiggas who be talking how they biggerHow you figure?You can spark with or talk withThis raw artistYou talk heartless but game straight harmlessSnatch your mic out your handLeave your fingers harmlessWe rottweilers, while y'all be the tiresYou need to retireFucking with Toronto, get your pink slip you're firedKicked out the Thompson Hall through Apollo doorsGuru be the bre-the-renBless the man, slide like the doors on the Caravan[Guru]The ill format, the skills all thatTwist enemies JackLet's counteract, plus build and all thatIn fact, take a flight to Toronto and backBe over there with Choclair, Kardinall with the trackIn the year born born, suckers have been forewarnedTake you higher than hydro or Moet ??Word is bond, it's on in this rap gameI slap mens, mack dames, yes I'm a fly black kingStacking paper now, packing flavour nowHit you dead in the head nowMy hunger gotta get fed nowMy style's similar to a fierce knuckle hitOr like hollow-points to pierce your whole fucking frame
CHORUS X2 [Choclair] {Guru}A-yo witness the fitnessWho'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}
[Choclair]Now it's the skinny man dropping thisLock your brain, lock your lipsTalking shit? Bust your gameCareer flops? I'm to blameWhat's the name? [yeah]Guru and the Chocs will reignWild like the lion's mane walking through the rainOr walking through the pain of critic sufferingGot my eyes on the prize with the red dot lockedThat's to keep it hotMy hungry-ass niggas be down for the figuresGreen in the jean, Cruise like some act figuresYou fucking with some raw, suave, dog ass niggasLook into the eyes of the man that will be detrimental to your careerIf you even touch the micstand, nigga 'nuff said
Verse 4: Guru
Hear the battle cryNiggas getting herded like cattle to dieWhy? [why?] What the fuck you think? [what the fuck you think?]You know they want our type of species to become extinctStill we multiply, they can't really kill usThey're upset, we're a threat 'cause their kids really feel usThey think we're drug dealers, and some of us maybe areBut I be the G-U-R-U of the Gang to the StarrI'm going far baby pa, dipping in a fly carGetting eyes from the honeys, parking up at the barAlways up to par when I sparAnd yo, while your protecting your neck I be like breaking your jawYo trizzack, your shit's wizzackI took that shit thizzack, it shouldn't of even been up on the rizzackStraight like thizzack, motherfuckers
CHORUS
A-yo witness the fitnessWho's next on the hitlist?Rap so exact that you can't do shit
Cut and scratched by YlooK
"My attitude on the hoes.." <-- Choclair"I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes" <-- Guru
[Choclair]Yo, T-dot rocks y'allWe smoke and mix up in your face, you weededSo you drop y'all, leaving y'all hired skills depleated'Cause you lockjaw, Chocs and Guru beginCan you believe this how we lock y'allNiggas who be talking how they biggerHow you figure?You can spark with or talk withThis raw artistYou talk heartless but game straight harmlessSnatch your mic out your handLeave your fingers harmlessWe rottweilers, while y'all be the tiresYou need to retireFucking with Toronto, get your pink slip you're firedKicked out the Thompson Hall through Apollo doorsGuru be the bre-the-renBless the man, slide like the doors on the Caravan[Guru]The ill format, the skills all thatTwist enemies JackLet's counteract, plus build and all thatIn fact, take a flight to Toronto and backBe over there with Choclair, Kardinall with the trackIn the year born born, suckers have been forewarnedTake you higher than hydro or Moet ??Word is bond, it's on in this rap gameI slap mens, mack dames, yes I'm a fly black kingStacking paper now, packing flavour nowHit you dead in the head nowMy hunger gotta get fed nowMy style's similar to a fierce knuckle hitOr like hollow-points to pierce your whole fucking frame
CHORUS X2 [Choclair] {Guru}A-yo witness the fitnessWho'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}
[Choclair]Now it's the skinny man dropping thisLock your brain, lock your lipsTalking shit? Bust your gameCareer flops? I'm to blameWhat's the name? [yeah]Guru and the Chocs will reignWild like the lion's mane walking through the rainOr walking through the pain of critic sufferingGot my eyes on the prize with the red dot lockedThat's to keep it hotMy hungry-ass niggas be down for the figuresGreen in the jean, Cruise like some act figuresYou fucking with some raw, suave, dog ass niggasLook into the eyes of the man that will be detrimental to your careerIf you even touch the micstand, nigga 'nuff said
Verse 4: Guru
Hear the battle cryNiggas getting herded like cattle to dieWhy? [why?] What the fuck you think? [what the fuck you think?]You know they want our type of species to become extinctStill we multiply, they can't really kill usThey're upset, we're a threat 'cause their kids really feel usThey think we're drug dealers, and some of us maybe areBut I be the G-U-R-U of the Gang to the StarrI'm going far baby pa, dipping in a fly carGetting eyes from the honeys, parking up at the barAlways up to par when I sparAnd yo, while your protecting your neck I be like breaking your jawYo trizzack, your shit's wizzackI took that shit thizzack, it shouldn't of even been up on the rizzackStraight like thizzack, motherfuckers
CHORUS
A-yo witness the fitnessWho's next on the hitlist?Rap so exact that you can't do shit
Cut and scratched by YlooK
"My attitude on the hoes.." <-- Choclair"I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes" <-- Guru
