Bare Witness

T dot O, to the N dot Y

That's how we do it

Choclair, Kardinall hooked on my man Guru

And Y look, bitch? The f**k

Yo, T dot rocks y'all

We smoke and mix up in your face, you're weeded

So you drop y'all, leaving y'all hired skills depleted

'Cause you locked y'all, Chocs and Guru begin

Can you believe this how we lock y'all

Niggas who be talking how they bigger, how you figure?

You can spark with or talk with this raw artist

You talk heartless but game straight harmless

Snatch your mic out your hand, leave your fingers harmless

We rottweilers, while y'all be the tyres 'cause you need to retire

Fucking with Toronto, get your pink slip, you're fired

Kicked out the Thompson Hall through Apollo doors

Guru be the brethren, bless the man

Slide like the doors on the Caravan

The ill format, the skills all that, twist enemies, Jack

Let's counteract, plus build and all that

In fact, take a flight to Toronto and back

Be over there with Choclair, Kardinall with the track

In the year born, born, suckers have been forewarned

Take you higher than hydro or Moet, Chandon

Word is bond, it's on, in this rap game

I slap mens, mack dames, yes, I'm a fly black king

Stacking paper now, packing flavor now

Hit you dead in the head now, my hunger gotta get fed now

My style's similar to a fierce knuckle hit

Or like hollow points to pierce your whole fucking frame

Ayo, witness the fitness

Who's next on the hitlist?

Rap so exact that you can't do shit

Witness the fitness

Who's next on the hitlist?

Rap so exact, you catch

The shakes like a sickness

Ayo, witness the fitness

Who's next on the hitlist?

Rap so exact that you can't do shit

Witness the fitness

Who's next on the hitlist?

Rap so exact, you catch

The shakes like a sickness

Now it's the skinny man dropping this

Lock your brain, lock your lips

Talking shit? Bust your game

Career flops? I'm to blame

What's the name? Yeah

Guru and the Chocs will reign

Wild like the lion's mane, walking through the rain

Or walking through the pain of critic suffering

Got my eyes on the prize with the red dot locked

Gots to keep it hot

My hungry ass niggas be down for the figures

Green in the jean, cruise like some act figures

You fucking with some raw, suave, dog ass niggas

Look into the eyes of the man

That will be detrimental to career

If they touch the mics stand, nigga 'nuff said

Hear the battle cry

Niggas getting herded like cattle to die

Why? Why?

What the f**k you think? What the f**k you think?

You know they want our type of species to become extinct

Still we multiply, they can't really kill us

They're upset, we're a threat 'cause their kids really feel us

They think we're drug dealers and some of us maybe are

But I be the G U R U of the Gang to the Starr

I'm going far, baby par, pimping in a fly car

Getting eyes from the honeys, parking up at the bar

Always up to par when I spar

And yo, while your protecting your neck

I be like breaking your jaw

Yo Trizzack, your shit's wizzack

I took that shit thizzack

It shouldn't of even been up on the rizzack

Straight like thizzack, motherfuckers

Ayo, witness the fitness

Who's next on the hitlist?

Rap so exact that you can't do shit

Witness the fitness

Who's next on the hitlist?

Rap so exact, you catch

The shakes like a sickness

Ayo, witness the fitness

Who's next on the hitlist?

Rap so exact that you can't do shit

My attitude on the hoes

I wreck the mic like a pimp, pimps hoes

Like a pimp, pimps hoes, pimp, pimps hoes

Let's close

Yo, you see, I like to party

Just as much as the next man

So, you know this one right here

This one's for y'all