Oliver Square – Cadence Weapon – letras

Yo, it’s corrupt where I’m fromEdmonton, toughThe swedes could speak about the headsWe drums, rough!City life will leave you red with bloodPunched holes in the wallThen they fed the the thugs lunchAfter they rocked the partyIn the literal senseSedimentary propensityThey hit the kid on the lipsShit, you could could beOn whyte ave havin’ the time of your lifeThen you get your arm brokenBy a random cab driver, ask katieThe nightlife is mad crazyWhen a drunk tries to steal your carHe was trying to play meBut I didn’t let him, we peeled off quickThen we parked at igaTo break the seals off the lidDon’t generalize, you must think and wonderWhy I drink 40’s and memorize bus-link numbersWell, I don’t have a licenseBut I’m trying to gain prominenceCause I’m living in a houseWith a fridge full of condimentsSee me on the billBetter follow me thereI solemnly swearI’ll make it back to oliver squareSo I’m drunk at the funky pickleNothing difficultCame out with just napkinsIt was something pitifulCurrently unemployedBut I depend on my friendsTo contend with my impending impulse to spendSo I let jane coverMy pitchers at the strat’til I get a little bit of richesFrom this rapBut I digressPeeping few cherries in the rearviewRcmp check for drunks on a steer throughYeah, I take the 7 off 82nd to get to jasperSo I can hit new cityWith the electro clashersAnd doug says « it’s a vouyers roleplay »To check someone seated likeTheir birthday in the worst waySee me at victory, don’t ask to see the skillI’m sick of fanboysMore obnoxious than peter hillRobotic bill spitI come with the ill shit, still goodMore dangerous than milwoodsSee me on the billBetter follow me thereI solemnly swearI’ll make it back to oliver squareI need to listen like recordsYou all oughta get dismissed, on the wake upI tend to politic with crispDon’t stick your nose upJust cause the sick flow upLike if you go to a showTo might see nick cosabLike if I’m on the micYou better get froze upCause I cut aluminumLike a bus station smokerAnyway, we attend the black dogIn on tuesdaysAny crew with useless talkDon’t give a fuck what you sayBetter lay low if your connectedTo lame proseI’m about to hit youWith a stella bottle at haloUgly chicks at the armory, talk sweet, alcoyGirl, I don’t wanna be seenIn you like cowboysAnd I don’t rap for freeNot one dirty ryhmeYour list will go downtown like the 135Lamping real prettyDon’t care what rapping can get meI’m just letting y’all knowI’m from champion citySee me on the billBetter follow me thereI solemnly swearI’ll make it back to oliver squareFrom milwoods, to the west-endAsk anyone of my best friendsYou know what it is