Eddie Ill DL - Choclair Kardinal Offishall and Y-Look Freestyle Lyrics

f/ Choclair, Kardinal Offishall and Y-Look



[Kardinal]

Huh, Yeah, you know this already (sup?)

The year was 1999 (f*ckin 9) Eddie Ill (Eddie Ill) and DL (uh-huh)

The illest (yeah), with the Circle (Circle!) Kardinal Offishall (yeah)

Y-Look and Choclair (Y-Look, Choclair) Illest verses ever recorded!

(Uh) Trust me on that, this is going out to any nigga tryin to diss



A dis ain't a dis if a dis has discrepencies

I dismiss your dissidence and doubt your intelligence

At discuss I disjoint you disc from the dispatch

And disenthrall all of y'all from shit that's wack

Steady disguisin in disfavor, dislikin my steelo?

Dis ain't kindergarten you don't have to go where we go

Discipline yourself before your ego disappears

When I discretly disassemble you from your career

Stupid, dis is not your ordinary rapper, dis

Dis is so all y'all niggaz discover just who the dapper is

Causing discomfort, disallowing y'all disjock to rock

any record cause your whole sound's flop, yo

Dis is going out to niggaz who dis without

Thinking about what the hell you're doing

Yo, your shit we're booing (boooo) Boo!

And while I discumbobulate you

Dis is going out to any nigga opposing my crew



[Choclair]

Ay-yo I'm gonna hit you with the flavor like I'm cola hittin skins

It's the Choclair brother, better known as Dark Skin

Pullin skins with my finger, ladies who be lickin

Girls jerkin on my roller like Jamaican f*ckin' chicken

I stand up on my stage and then I rock hard

Basty girls come with attitudes, but got they pus' scarred

Cause I'm that ill-flower, yes that raw dog bastard

Sealin girls cracks like my name was f*cking plaster

Grab the microphone and you know I never fall

Your girl's got a sore throat, use my balls as a bradasore

What, so motherf*cker go for yours

Cause I be droppin lines like your girls drop her drawers

So don't test me, cause you'll get your head wrecked

You'll go home and your girls legs'll split

and the mailman's having breakfast, shit

Yo I get ill no doubt

I tit-f*cked your girl and left stains on the blouse

Nigga what!



[Y-Look]

Yeah, what's your case, ain't no need to contemplate or debate

I smack the taste out your mouth and make your nose menstruate

Period, your period has come to an end

That track was booty wack, can't believe that they put you up in the blend

I scream "Revolution," while Shatan screams "CREAM"

I'm trying to show these young cats that there's more than this rap than

green

Circle Click ain't a team, we a regime

Stormin the process, stormin lands like Afghan ? Hadeem

In this rap drought, ritualistic rap brings the rain

Burns with flame or butane for that shit you claimed

Disintegrate your click, lookin like powder cocaine

Put a virus in your mainframe and rock spots like Sting



Yeah, Y-Look, Kardinal and Choclair for our men

Eddie Ill and DL, via the mixtape, T-Dot's brought to the world

Suck it!