It's here It's over
it We ice cold, rap Siberia, Pole This ain't 'n' roll 'cause the rapper's in control I'm like a blacksmith, the mic into gold The game old, when the game gets sold
I spent a lot of time, the T Dot a beats hot, but syllables bleeped out Many men turn to when searchin' for cheese, auk Pick up these guitars, not negative heat now
I'm a rangular, angular, rhyme strangler the beats from here to Hallie And I'm a microphone You best respect Canada in musical famine So here's some manna you examine
I'm staggerin', amongst style 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, it's here It's here And we blow the Put your city on the map and it's the T Dot
Here, over here It's over And we the spot Put city on the map and it's called the T Dot
Oh, oh, oh, you don't Corrup and Whippy, east of Toronto
Used to take the Jetta to check the sounds Of DJ X and the underground Now I'm grown up but I feel head forever, tryin' to keep it together
Sometimes I think I'm goin' Pressure brain, flowin' on my head like rain But fame can pain That's why I got game and a rude That I call M
So you can get the Prozac if you claim to That what I'm livin', I break it down long division A mathematician with inner vision like No wonder, I a move from one street to Vancouver Lookin' for philosopher's It's there, no, it's over here, what?
over here Yo, it's over It's here And we the spot Put your on the map and it's called the T Dot
Here, it's over It's here And we the spot Put your city on the map and it's the T Dot