Artist: DJ Cosm f/ KazMega Album: Time and Space Song: Cosm Mega Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] {*scratched repeatedly: "Aww yeah!"*} [KazMega] Yo, yo it's a motherfuckin Transformer Your ex-man's former formulated high top cut box Pandora You wanna step to this? I will split your neck like it's confeka{?} disconnected just cause I support separatists I'm more of a Methodist, my method is methodical Where Midwest is mythological and thus inaudible What's the logic, now I wanna know? We spit different from Toronto so original's an obstacle? Instead we create more Drakes who procreate and vacate for the states and leave us, duh, are we slow? Rhymes are water soluble, so in the mix Hip-Hop is not dead, it just slits its wrists tryin to get a little bit, of an attention up in this bitch You look all appalled/a-Paul'd like DJ in +Triple 6+ Money I hold-mo'/homo like a guy not into chicks And my digits stick together like they're in some winter mitts [Chorus: repeat 2X] Hey ay! Check one two one two This is seven eight oh, oh what you gon' do? Hey ay! Check the L-I-C It's the D-F-E with the K-A-Z [KazMega] Rock, dagnabbit it son, fiddlesticks As I'm kickin it I'll school again, still actin like a hooligan to be as cool as him the gangster on a stool still don't see him Drag and punch my way through life the new flow is the old feelin (Hadouken!) And that's with one punch man You need to a Klu/clue like the Klux Klan Touch dance like the fuckin ball in the ground Pull a Sharpie out my socks, sign it, throw it in the crowd I'm the people's champion, like the city that I'm from Edmonton, where the monkey's on your back, we attack Where I'm from, even crackheads here carry guns What you make in a year yeah they make in 3 months On the oil beds, sleepin with the tree trunks Pissin with the seat up, pickup truck's a cheetah, yeehaw~! That's what's keepin us grimy as fuck So don't underestimate my city when you're sizin us up [Chorus] [Outro] {*scratching "Aw yeah!" repeatedly*}