It's over It's over
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 gets 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 mice when for cheese, auk Pick up guitars, not negative heat knocks now
I'm like a rangular, angular, rhyme Bangin' the beats from here to And I'm a microphone You best respect Canada in musical famine So here's some manna you can't
I'm staggerin', amongst style Offishall Kardinal, big up to Red Won Misfit, put me up in the mix Zeb Rock, ghetto's comin' a bag of tricks, sick
Yo, it's over It's here And we blow the Put your city on the map and it's the T Dot
Here, it's here over here And we blow the Put your city on the map and it's the T Dot
Oh, oh, oh, you don't Corrup and Whippy, that's east of
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, to keep it together
Sometimes I think I'm insane Pressure brain, pressure flowin' on my head like But can bring pain That's why I got and a rude attitude That I Emily M
So you can get the if you claim to know That what I'm livin', I it down like long division A mathematician with inner vision like No wonder, I make a move one street to Vancouver Lookin' for philosopher's It's there, no, it's over here, what?
It's here Yo, over here over here And we the spot Put your on the map and it's called the T Dot
Here, it's over It's over And we the spot Put city on the map and it's called the T Dot