3, 2, 1.
1, 2.
You have the chance.
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
It's over here.
Yeah!
It's over here.
Yeah!
Check it.
We ice cold.
Rap Siberia, North Pole.
This ain't rock and roll, cause the rappers in control.
I'm like a blacksmith forging the mic and the gold.
The game gets old.
When the game gets sold, I spend a lot of time perusing the T-Doc.
Maybe your beat's hot, but syllables weaked out.
Many men turn to mics when searching for cheese ox.
Pick up these guitars like negative heat knots now.
I'm like a regular angular rhyme strangler, banging the beats from here to Hallie.
And I'm making music.
I'm manning up.
You best respect Canada in this musical famine.
So here's some manner you can't examine.
I'm staggering.
Drunk amongst style.
Official, I caught an owl.
Big up to Red One.
Miss Fit.
They put me up in the mix.
Zeb Rock.
Dettos coming with a bag of tricks.
Sick.
It's over here.
It's over here.
And we blow the spot.
Put your city on the map and it's called the T.
Yeah!
It's over here.
It's over here.
It's over here.
It's over here.






It's over here.
It's over here.
And we blow the spot.
Put your city on the map and it's called the T.
Yeah!
Oh, oh, oh.
You don't know.
Grew up in Whippy.
That's east of Toronto.
Used to take the jet of downtown to check the sounds of DJ X and Mastermind in the underground.
Now I'm grown up but I feel stuck.
Hip hop head forever.
Trying to keep it together.
Sometimes I think I'm going insane.
Pressure brain.
Pressure falling on my head like rain.
But fame can bring pain.
That's why I got game and a rude attitude.
I'm a man.






I'm a dude that I call Emily Hayes.
So you can get the Bozak if you claim to know that what I'm living.
I break it down like long division.
I'm mathematician within a vision like Stevie.
No wonder I make a mover from Madrid to Vancouver.
Looking for philosopher's stones.
It's over there.
No.
It's over here.
What?
It's over here.
Bro.
It's over here.
It's over here.
And we blow the spot.
Put your city on the map and it's called the T.
Yeah!
It's over here.
It's over here.







And we blow the spot.
Put your city on the map and it's called the T.
Yeah!
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.