It's over over here
it We ice cold, rap Siberia, North This ain't rock 'n' roll 'cause the in control I'm like a blacksmith, forgin' the mic into The game gets old, when the gets sold
I a lot of time, perusin' the T Dot Maybe a beats hot, but bleeped out men turn to mice when searchin' for cheese, auk Pick up these guitars, not negative heat now
I'm like a rangular, angular, strangler the beats from here to Hallie And I'm a microphone You respect Canada in this musical famine So some manna you can't examine
I'm staggerin', drunk amongst like 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 here It's over And we the spot Put your city on the map and it's the T Dot
Here, over here It's over And we the spot Put your city on the map and it's the T Dot
Oh, oh, oh, you don't Corrup and Whippy, that's of Toronto
Used to take the Jetta to check the sounds Of DJ X and mastermindin' the Now I'm grown up but I feel Hip-hop forever, tryin' to keep it together
Sometimes I I'm goin' insane Pressure brain, flowin' on my head like rain But can bring pain why I got game and a rude attitude That I call M
So you can get the if you claim to know what I'm livin', I break it down like long division A mathematician with inner like Stevie No wonder, I make a move from one street to Lookin' for stone over there, no, it's over here, what?
It's over Yo, over here It's here And we the spot Put your city on the map and called the T Dot
Here, over here over here And we the spot Put city on the map and it's called the T Dot