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