| It’s over here!
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| It’s over here!
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| Check it
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| We ice cold, rap Siberia North Pole
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| «This ain’t rock’n roll, cause the rapper’s in
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| Control»
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| I’m like a blacksmith, forgin' the mic into gold
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| The game gets old, when the game gets sold
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| I spent alot of time, perusin' the T. Dot
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| Maybe a beats hot, but syllables bleeped *out*
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| Many men turn to mice when searchin' for cheese, auk
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| Pick up these guitars, not negative heat knocks, now
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| I’m like an Rangular angular rhyme strangular
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| Bangin' the beats from here to Hallie
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| And I’m manning a «Microphone»
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| You best respect Canada
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| In this musical famine
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| So here’s some manna you can’t examine
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| I’m staggerin'
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| Drunk amongst style
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| «Offishal» like «Kardinal»
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| Big up to Red1
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| Misfit, they put me up in the mix
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| Zeb Rock’s ghetto’s comin' with a bag of tricks
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| SICK!
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| YO
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| It’s over here!
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| It’s over here!
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| And we blow the spot
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| Put ya' city on the map and it’s called the T. Dot
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| Here
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| It’s over here!
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| And we blow the spot
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| Put ya' city on the map and it’s called the T. Dot
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| Oh oh oh
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| Ya don' know?
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| Grew up in Whitby, that’s East of Toronto
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| Used to take the Jetta downtown to check the sound
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| Of DJ X and Mastermindin' the underground
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| Now I’m grown up but I feel stuck
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| Hip-hop head forever, tryin' to keep it together
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| Sometimes I think I’m goin' insane
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| Pressure bring, pressure flowin' on my head like rain
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| But fame can bring pain
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| That’s why I got game and a rude attitude
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| That I call Emily *hay*
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| So you can get the Prozak if you claim to know that
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| What I’m livin', I break it down like long division
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| A mathematician, with inner vision like Stevie
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| No Wonder, I make a move-a from one street to
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| Vancouver
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| Lookin' for philosopher stone
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| It’s over there-no? |
| It’s over here-what?
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| IT’S OVER HERE!
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| YO
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| It’s over here!
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| It’s over here!
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| And we blow the spot
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| Put ya' city on the map and it’s called the T. Dot
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| Here
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| It’s over here!
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| It’s over here!
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| And we blow the spot
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| Put ya' city on the map and it’s called the T. Dot
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| Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhhhhhh |