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Текст песни Eddie Ill and DL f Choclair, Kardinal Of - Choclair, Kardinal Offishall and Y-Look

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[Kardinal]Huh, Yeah, you know this already (sup?)The year was 1999 (fuckin 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 dissA dis ain`t a dis if a dis has discrepenciesI dismiss your dissidence and doubt your intelligenceAt discuss I disjoint you disc from the dispatchAnd disenthrall all of y`all from shit that`s wackSteady disguisin in disfavor, dislikin my steelo?Dis ain`t kindergarten you don`t have to go where we goDiscipline yourself before your ego disappearsWhen I discretly disassemble you from your careerStupid, dis is not your ordinary rapper, disDis is so all y`all niggaz discover just who the dapper isCausing discomfort, disallowing y`all disjock to rockany record cause your whole sound`s flop, yoDis is going out to niggaz who dis withoutThinking about what the hell you`re doingYo, your shit we`re booing (boooo) Boo!And while I discumbobulate youDis 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 skinsIt`s the Choclair brother, better known as Dark SkinPullin skins with my finger, ladies who be lickinGirls jerkin on my roller like Jamaican fuckin` chickenI stand up on my stage and then I rock hardBasty girls come with attitudes, but got they pus` scarredCause I`m that ill-flower, yes that raw dog bastardSealin girls cracks like my name was fucking plasterGrab the microphone and you know I never fallYour girl`s got a sore throat, use my balls as a bradasoreWhat, so motherfucker go for yoursCause I be droppin lines like your girls drop her drawersSo don`t test me, cause you`ll get your head wreckedYou`ll go home and your girls legs`ll splitand the mailman`s having breakfast, shitYo I get ill no doubtI tit-fucked your girl and left stains on the blouseNigga what![Y-Look]Yeah, what`s your case, ain`t no need to contemplate or debateI smack the taste out your mouth and make your nose menstruatePeriod, your period has come to an endThat track was booty wack, can`t believe that they put you up in the blendI scream "Revolution," while Shatan screams "CREAM"I`m trying to show these young cats that there`s more than this rap than greenCircle Click ain`t a team, we a regimeStormin the process, stormin lands like Afghan ? HadeemIn this rap drought, ritualistic rap brings the rainBurns with flame or butane for that shit you claimedDisintegrate your click, lookin like powder cocainePut a virus in your mainframe and rock spots like StingYeah, Y-Look, Kardinal and Choclair for our menEddie Ill and DL, via the mixtape, T-Dot`s brought to the worldSuck it!

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