Choclair Kardinal Offishall And Ylook Freestyle lyrics

f/ Choclair, Kardinal Offishall and Y-Look



[Kardinal]

Huh, Yeah, you know this already (sup?)

The year was 1999 (fuckin 9) Eddie Ill (Eddie Ill) and DL (uh-huh)

The illest (yeah), with the Circle (Circle!) Kardinal Offishall (yeah)

Y-Look and Choclair (Y-Look, Choclair) Illest verses ever recorded!

(Uh) Trust me on that, this is going out to any nigga tryin to diss



A dis ain`t a dis if a dis has discrepencies

I dismiss your dissidence and doubt your intelligence

At discuss I disjoint you disc from the dispatch

And disenthrall all of y`all from shit that`s wack

Steady disguisin in disfavor, dislikin my steelo?

Dis ain`t kindergarten you don`t have to go where we go

Discipline yourself before your ego disappears

When I discretly disassemble you from your career

Stupid, dis is not your ordinary rapper, dis

Dis is so all y`all niggaz discover just who the dapper is

Causing discomfort, disallowing y`all disjock to rock

any record cause your whole sound`s flop, yo

Dis is going out to niggaz who dis without

Thinking about what the hell you`re doing

Yo, your shit we`re booing (boooo) Boo!

And while I discumbobulate you

Dis is going out to any nigga opposing my crew



[Choclair]

Ay-yo I`m gonna hit you with the flavor like I`m cola hittin skins

It`s the Choclair brother, better known as Dark Skin

Pullin skins with my finger, ladies who be lickin

Girls jerkin on my roller like Jamaican fuckin` chicken

I stand up on my stage and then I rock hard

Basty girls come with attitudes, but got they pus` scarred

Cause I`m that ill-flower, yes that raw dog bastard

Sealin girls cracks like my name was fucking plaster

Grab the microphone and you know I never fall

Your girl`s got a sore throat, use my balls as a bradasore

What, so motherfucker go for yours

Cause I be droppin lines like your girls drop her drawers

So don`t test me, cause you`ll get your head wrecked

You`ll go home and your girls legs`ll split

and the mailman`s having breakfast, shit

Yo I get ill no doubt

I tit-fucked your girl and left stains on the blouse

Nigga what!



[Y-Look]

Yeah, what`s your case, ain`t no need to contemplate or debate

I smack the taste out your mouth and make your nose menstruate

Period, your period has come to an end

That track was booty wack, can`t believe that they put you up in the blend

I scream "Revolution," while Shatan screams "CREAM"

I`m trying to show these young cats that there`s more than this rap than

green

Circle Click ain`t a team, we a regime

Stormin the process, stormin lands like Afghan ? Hadeem

In this rap drought, ritualistic rap brings the rain

Burns with flame or butane for that shit you claimed

Disintegrate your click, lookin like powder cocaine

Put a virus in your mainframe and rock spots like Sting



Yeah, Y-Look, Kardinal and Choclair for our men

Eddie Ill and DL, via the mixtape, T-Dot`s brought to the world

Suck it!
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