Kardinal Offishall - Choclair, Kardinal Offishall and Y-Look Freestyle lyrics

[Kardinal] Huh, Yeah, you know this already (sup?) The year was 1999 (f**in 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***a 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** 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 disa**emble you from your career Stupid, dis is not your ordinary rapper, dis Dis is so all y'all n***as 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***as who dis without Thinking about what the hell you're doing Yo, your sh** we're booing (boooo) Boo! And while I discumbobulate you Dis is going out to any n***a 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**in' 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 ba*tard Sealin girls cracks like my name was f**ing 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**er 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** Yo I get ill no doubt I tit-f**ed your girl and left stains on the blouse n***a 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** you claimed Disintegrate your click, lookin like powder c**aine 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 s** it!