| I look around and I’m seeing nary a human near me
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| The only rapper that I fear is in the mirror, beaming
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| I’m on an odyssey to bring all of my people freedom
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| And dog I’m grateful coz I’m feeling kinda blessed this evening,
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| somebody let the team in
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| And on the real, I gotta make it while my parents breathing
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| To see 'em proud of me and Nosh is what I’m truly fiendin'
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| And man we finna buckle down because the winter freezing
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| Coz nothing really come before the dream the kid believe in
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| See everybody have something that they aspire to be
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| But there’s always a crippling fear they don’t desire to see/
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| But fuck giving up, one life we livin' cuz
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| Throw it in or give it a shot, you’re losing nothin' but
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| A little of time, and man I’m getting tired
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| Of putting dreams in the rhymes but shit, it’s keeping me inspired
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| As I visualize the big stage, shit mayne
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| Ain’t forgetting where the kid raised, this ain’t
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| For the faint hearted, Big Cee, I’m a game starter
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| Made a lane before they came charging
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| With a tape and the rain fallin'
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| Tried to holla at the industry, they ain’t callin' and so we blazed forward
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| Up North is where the team scorin', leaves fallin'
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| I swear when I was back home, I dreamed often
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| So I’m following my intuition
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| A wise man with a vision really trust his instincts, yeah so here we is, kid
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| Everything we gave up was more than worth it
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| Coz the shit that we achieving out here is sorta perfect
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| Coz them ten steps back have started levelling out
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| And I feel it in my soul, we where we meant to be now
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| And so I’m growing out my beard, I’m knowing this is it
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| And the homies all in gear so we ain’t slowing down for shit
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| Pay respect to those who paved the way
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| I’m walking tall with a smile that never fade away, my lady waiting eh
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| From Le Belmont to the Bell Centre
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| Eevery journey has an element of hell’s winter
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| And to some it’s all the same, they only spelled different
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| I’m feeling like the dream is tangible like hell yeah bruh, hell yeah (x2)
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| Hell yeah the journey continues
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| Wonder if you could hold a grip of this shit we been through?
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| Hard times and hard grind make a hard mind
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| Gotta fumble through these dark times to embark shine
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| We duckin' bullets, you hesitate to pull it
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| Livin' life to the fullest, fair dinkum, no bullshit
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| Globe trottin', nose snottin' from the cold
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| TMF we different from the mould, so let 'em know
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| Outstanding man, the team got the branding in
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| Fresh clean Dr. MaD, bringin' bangers out the bag
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| Moved to the Screwface, for a new taste
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| Got some new mates, a new place and the views great
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| So the lab is up, mix train rollin' on
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| Sometimes I’m goin' off the rails, when I’m in my zone
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| It means perfection, TMF fleshin' classics with Alaiz, yo we in ya section
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| 514, so throw it up, Je t’aime Montreal
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| Nosh so globalè but so localè
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| The industry is unaware so oh look-out
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| Shout it out from the rooftops or some known lookouts
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| We finna take you to the top, so, don’t look down
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| On Cloud 9 flyin' by ya, you should know by now
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| It’s Notion & Cee, & M-A-D
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| We always bring it from heart L-I-V… E
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| Carry on tradition like Chap told me too
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| Keep it thorough, coz I’m 30, but feel younger dude
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| This hip hop is inspiring me, and liftin' the team up
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| We up so high homie, we don’t see much
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| But lastin' success, passion in the breath
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| We blastin' on ya steps, & demandin' all the cheques
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| And pause, coz I’m lampin' for a sec
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| Stand, give a salute to my Fam just to show mad respect, «from Le Belmont to
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| the Bell Centre…» |