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