Oliver Square

Yo, it's corrupt where i'm from: edmonton, tough

The swedes could speak about the heads we drums, rough!

City life will leave you red with blood

Punched holes in the wall, then they fed the the thugs lunch

After they rocked the party in the literal sense

Sedimentary propensity, they hit the kid on the lips

Shit, you could could be on whyte ave havin' the time of your life

Then you get your arm broken by a random cab driver, ask katie

The nightlife is mad crazy, when a drunk tries to steal your car, he was trying to play me

But i didn't let him, we peeled off quick, then we parked at iga to break the seals off the lid

Don't generalize, you must think and wonder

Why i drink 40's and memorize bus-link numbers

Well, i don't have a license, but i'm trying to gain prominence

Cause i'm living in a house with a fridge full of condiments

See me on the bill

Better follow me there

I solemnly swear

I'll make it back to oliver square

So i'm drunk at the funky pickle, nothing difficult

Came out with just napkins, it was something pitiful

Currently unemployed but i depend on my friends

To contend with my impending impulse to spend

So i let jane cover my pitchers at the strat

'til i get a little bit of riches from this rap

But i digress, peeping few cherries in the rearview

Rcmp check for drunks on a steer through

Yeah, i take the 7 off 82nd to get to jasper

So i can hit new city with the electro clashers

And doug says "it's a vouyers roleplay"

To check someone seated like their birthday in the worst way

See me at victory, don't ask to see the skill

I'm sick of fanboys more obnoxious than peter hill

Robotic bill spit

I come with the ill shit, still good

More dangerous than milwoods.

See me on the bill

Better follow me there

I solemnly swear

I'll make it back to oliver square

I need to listen like records,

You all oughta get dismissed, on the wake up

I tend to politic with crisp

Don't stick your nose up, just cause the sick flow up

Like if you go to a show to might see nick cosab

Like if i'm on the mic, you better get froze up

Cause i cut aluminum like a bus station smoker

Anyway, we attend the black dog in on tuesdays

Any crew with useless talk, don't give a fuck what you say

Better lay low if your connected to lame prose

I'm about to hit you with a stella bottle at halo

Ugly chicks at the armory, talk sweet, alcoy

Girl, i don't wanna be seen in you like cowboys

And i don't rap for free, not one dirty ryhme

Your list will go downtown like the 135

Lamping real pretty, don't care what rapping can get me

I'm just letting y'all know, i'm from champion city

See me on the bill

Better follow me there

I solemnly swear

I'll make it back to oliver square

From milwoods, to the west-end

Ask anyone of my best friends

You know what it is