[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&