Bare Witness

INTRO [YlooK]<br>Uh..T dot O to the N dot Y<br>That`s how we do it<br>Choclair, Kardinall hooked with my man Guru<br>And YlooK bitch? What the fuck?<br><br>[Choclair]<br>Yo, T-dot rocks y`all<br>We smoke and mix up in your face, you weeded<br>So you drop y`all, leaving y`all hired skills depleated<br>`Cause you lockjaw, Chocs and Guru begin<br>Can you believe this how we lock y`all<br>Niggas who be talking how they bigger<br>How you figure?<br>You can spark with or talk with<br>This raw artist<br>You talk heartless but game straight harmless<br>Snatch your mic out your hand<br>Leave your fingers harmless<br>We rottweilers, while y`all be the tires<br>You need to retire<br>Fucking with Toronto, get your pink slip you`re fired<br>Kicked out the Thompson Hall through Apollo doors<br>Guru be the bre-the-ren<br>Bless the man, slide like the doors on the Caravan<br>[Guru]<br>The ill format, the skills all that<br>Twist enemies Jack<br>Let`s counteract, plus build and all that<br>In fact, take a flight to Toronto and back<br>Be over there with Choclair, Kardinall with the track<br>In the year born born, suckers have been forewarned<br>Take you higher than hydro or Moet ??<br>Word is bond, it`s on in this rap game<br>I slap mens, mack dames, yes I`m a fly black king<br>Stacking paper now, packing flavour now<br>Hit you dead in the head now<br>My hunger gotta get fed now<br>My style`s similar to a fierce knuckle hit<br>Or like hollow-points to pierce your whole fucking frame<br><br>CHORUS X2 [Choclair] {Guru}<br>A-yo witness the fitness<br>Who`s next on the hitlist?<br>Rap so exact that you can`t do shit<br>{Witness the fitness}<br>{Who`s next on the hitlist?}<br>{Rap so exact you catch the shakes like a sickness}<br><br>[Choclair]<br>Now it`s the skinny man dropping this<br>Lock your brain, lock your lips<br>Talking shit? Bust your game<br>Career flops? I`m to blame<br>What`s the name? [yeah]<br>Guru and the Chocs will reign<br>Wild like the lion`s mane walking through the rain<br>Or walking through the pain of critic suffering<br>Got my eyes on the prize with the red dot locked<br>That`s to keep it hot<br>My hungry-ass niggas be down for the figures<br>Green in the jean, Cruise like some act figures<br>You fucking with some raw, suave, dog ass niggas<br>Look into the eyes of the man that will be detrimental to your career<br>If you even touch the micstand, nigga `nuff said<br><br>Verse 4: Guru<br><br>Hear the battle cry<br>Niggas getting herded like cattle to die<br>Why? [why?] What the fuck you think? [what the fuck you think?]<br>You know they want our type of species to become extinct<br>Still we multiply, they can`t really kill us<br>They`re upset, we`re a threat `cause their kids really feel us<br>They think we`re drug dealers, and some of us maybe are<br>But I be the G-U-R-U of the Gang to the Starr<br>I`m going far baby pa, dipping in a fly car<br>Getting eyes from the honeys, parking up at the bar<br>Always up to par when I spar<br>And yo, while your protecting your neck I be like breaking your jaw<br>Yo trizzack, your shit`s wizzack<br>I took that shit thizzack, it shouldn`t of even been up on the rizzack<br>Straight like thizzack, motherfuckers<br><br>CHORUS<br><br>A-yo witness the fitness<br>Who`s next on the hitlist?<br>Rap so exact that you can`t do shit<br><br>Cut and scratched by YlooK<br><br>"My attitude on the hoes.." <-- Choclair<br>"I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes" <-- Guru