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letra de choclair kardinal offishall and y-look freestyle - eddie ill & dl

[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 n-gg- 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 sh-t 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 dis-ssemble you from your career
stupid, dis is not your ordinary rapper, dis
dis is so all y’all n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z who dis without
thinking about what the h-ll you’re doing
yo, your sh-t we’re booing (boooo) boo!
and while i disc-mbobulate you
dis is going out to any n-gg- 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 att-tudes, but got they pus’ scarred
cause i’m that ill-flower, yes that raw dog b-st-rd
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 b-lls 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, sh-t
yo i get ill no doubt
i t-t-f-cked your girl and left stains on the blouse
n-gg- 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 sh-t 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

- eddie ill dl

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