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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 Red Won Misfit, they put me up in the mix Zeb Rock's ghetto's comin' with a bag of tricks SICK! Letras de canciones 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 T.Dot Here It's over here! And we blow the spot Put ya' city on the map and it's called the T.Dot Oh oh oh Ya don' know? Corrup and Whippy, 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 T.Dot 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 T.Dot Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhhhhhh From Letras Mania