It's over It's here
it We ice cold, rap Siberia, Pole This ain't rock 'n' 'cause the rapper's in control I'm like a blacksmith, forgin' the mic 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 to mice when searchin' for cheese, auk Pick up guitars, not negative heat knocks now
I'm a rangular, angular, rhyme strangler Bangin' the from here to Hallie And I'm a microphone You best respect Canada in this musical So some manna you can't examine
I'm staggerin', amongst 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, over here It's over And we the spot Put your city on the map and it's 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 don't Corrup and Whippy, that's east of
to take the Jetta downtown to check the sounds Of DJ X and mastermindin' the Now I'm grown up but I stuck head forever, tryin' to keep it together
Sometimes I think I'm insane Pressure brain, flowin' on my head like rain But fame can pain That's why I got and a rude attitude That I call M
So you can get the Prozac if you claim to That I'm livin', I break it down like long division A with inner vision like Stevie No wonder, I make a move from one street to for philosopher's stone It's over there, no, it's here, what?
It's here Yo, it's here It's here And we the spot Put your on the map and it's called the T Dot
Here, over here It's here And we blow the Put your city on the map and it's the T Dot