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