It's over It's here
it We ice cold, rap Siberia, North This ain't rock 'n' 'cause the rapper's in control I'm a blacksmith, forgin' the mic into gold The game gets old, when the game gets
I spent a lot of time, the T Dot Maybe a beats hot, but bleeped out Many men turn to mice searchin' for cheese, auk Pick up these guitars, not negative heat now
I'm like a rangular, angular, rhyme Bangin' the beats from here to And I'm manning a You best Canada in this musical famine So here's manna you can't examine
I'm staggerin', amongst style like Kardinal, big up to Red Won Misfit, put me up in the mix Zeb Rock, ghetto's comin' with a bag of tricks,
Yo, it's over over here And we the spot Put your city on the map and called the T Dot
Here, over here It's here And we blow the Put city on the map and it's called the T Dot
Oh, oh, oh, you don't and Whippy, that's east of Toronto
Used to take the downtown to check the sounds Of DJ X and the underground Now I'm grown up but I feel Hip-hop head forever, tryin' to keep it
Sometimes I think I'm insane Pressure brain, pressure flowin' on my like rain But fame can bring That's why I got 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 inner vision like Stevie No wonder, I a move from one street to Vancouver for philosopher's stone It's over there, no, it's here, what?
It's here Yo, it's over over here And we blow the Put your city on the map and it's the T Dot
Here, over here over here And we the spot Put city on the map and it's called the T Dot