It's here It's here
it We ice cold, rap Siberia, Pole This ain't rock 'n' roll 'cause the in control I'm like a blacksmith, the mic into gold The gets old, when the game gets sold
I spent a lot of time, the T Dot Maybe a beats hot, but bleeped out Many men turn to mice searchin' for cheese, auk Pick up these guitars, not heat knocks now
I'm like a rangular, angular, rhyme the beats from here to Hallie And I'm a microphone You best respect Canada in this famine So here's manna you can't examine
I'm staggerin', drunk amongst Offishall Kardinal, big up to Red Won Misfit, put me up in the mix Zeb Rock, comin' with a bag of tricks, sick
Yo, it's over over here And we blow the Put your city on the map and called the T Dot
Here, over here It's here And we the spot Put city on the map and it's called the T Dot
Oh, oh, oh, you don't Corrup and Whippy, that's of Toronto
Used to take the Jetta downtown to the sounds Of DJ X and the underground Now I'm grown up but I feel Hip-hop head forever, tryin' to keep it
I think I'm goin' insane Pressure brain, flowin' on my head like rain But fame can bring why I got game and a rude attitude That I Emily M
So you can get the if you claim to know That what I'm livin', I break it down like division A with inner vision like Stevie No wonder, I make a move from one to Vancouver for philosopher's stone It's there, no, it's over here, what?
It's over Yo, it's over It's here And we blow the Put your city on the map and it's the T Dot
Here, over here over here And we the spot Put your on the map and it's called the T Dot