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