It's over over here
it We ice cold, rap Siberia, Pole This ain't rock 'n' 'cause the rapper's in control I'm a blacksmith, forgin' the mic into gold The gets old, when the game 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 a rangular, angular, rhyme strangler the beats from here to Hallie And I'm a microphone You best respect Canada in this famine So here's some manna you can't
I'm staggerin', drunk amongst like 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 It's over And we blow the Put city on the map and it's called the T Dot
Here, it's over over here And we blow the Put your city on the map and called the T Dot
Oh, oh, oh, you know? Corrup and Whippy, east of Toronto
Used to take the downtown to check the sounds Of DJ X and mastermindin' the Now I'm up but I feel stuck Hip-hop head forever, tryin' to it together
Sometimes I think I'm insane Pressure brain, flowin' on my head like rain But can bring pain That's why I got game and a rude That I Emily M
So you can get the Prozac if you to know That what I'm livin', I break it down long division A mathematician with inner vision like No wonder, I make a move from one street to Lookin' for stone It's there, no, it's over here, what?
over here Yo, it's here It's here And we the spot Put city on the map and it's called the T Dot
Here, it's over over here And we the spot Put city on the map and it's called the T Dot