[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&