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"
 I don't talk about no guns because guns I do not carry
 never advocate no violence cuz 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 cuz 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
 cuz 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