It's here over here
it We ice cold, rap Siberia, North This ain't 'n' roll 'cause the rapper's in control I'm like a blacksmith, the mic into gold The game gets old, when the gets sold
I a lot of time, perusin' the T Dot a beats hot, but syllables bleeped out Many men turn to mice searchin' for cheese, auk Pick up guitars, not negative heat knocks now
I'm like a rangular, angular, rhyme Bangin' the from 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 style 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, it's here It's over And we the spot Put city on the map and it's called the T Dot
Here, it's here It's over And we blow the Put your on the map and it's called the T Dot
Oh, oh, oh, you know? Corrup and Whippy, that's east of
Used to take the Jetta to check the sounds Of DJ X and mastermindin' the Now I'm grown up but I stuck Hip-hop head forever, tryin' to keep it
Sometimes I I'm goin' insane Pressure brain, pressure flowin' on my like rain But can bring pain That's why I got and a rude attitude I call 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 a move from one street to Vancouver Lookin' for stone It's over there, no, over here, what?
over here Yo, over here It's over And we blow the Put city on the map and it's called the T Dot
Here, it's here It's over And we blow the Put your on the map and it's called the T Dot