Yuh Ded Now

[chorus:]

T-dot

Ee be comin to blow the spot

Hal-town

We be comin to break it down

D-siggy-sisive killin' it!

Dan-e-o killin' it!

Class killin it!

[verse 1: d-sisive]

Yo, i've had it up to here with ya'll weak-ass rappers

T-dot home of the original four-eyed cau-casian assassin

It's time for some action, forget the relaxin' throw your hands up

D-sisive makin it hot like las angeles

Snatch crowd reactions without even askin

Amazing, ain't nobody ever gonna phase me

I've spit the ill shit since the days of jac

And that word, i make kids run to they bass from len to dim sum

Switch up to mastermind, fifteen forty-nine

It's d-day when that shit done re-wi-i-ind

One love and classified, and my man dan-e-o

And if anybody disagree, you'd better lay low

T-dot, hal-town, canada remain home!

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[verse 2: dan-e-o]

Yo, from t-dot to halifax

We rock with battle raps

Please stop your chedda black

We seize spots and chatta cats

Freeze blocks and rattle cats, scatter jack

Matter fact i'll visit any habitat you rappin at and splatter that

Handle that, you best bring you best

You'll look whacker than that black dude in s-club-7

Got stress plus tension from these people who be starin'

Always askin' for weed throwin' that he swearin'

They love my music, only for the underground they carin

But ask them if my cd's in that backpack they wearin'

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I'm killin' crews with chronicles

Been burnin' tracks long before downloading was possible

You need to be logical, now what cha hopin' for?

Hip hop just stay open, raw when you never go to stores?

Fuck it, ima flow for sure, even if you don't support

I'll survive longer than cuja and

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[verse 3: classified]

Ayo, let me rep myself

Burnin' tracks to to scotia

Mom pissed cause i never grew how i s'posdea

Rhyme flower, used to catchin cold shoulders

Now i'm spitin' vocals, ridin tracks like roller coasters

Come in to this game, try to prove that class matters

Now i got these college kids feelin' me more than backpackers

Same the cash-lacker i had backwards

Bad boy factor and still disposin whack rappers

The track master, take you on, laugh after

Last chapter, now you finished whack bastard

Gimme your mic son, had too many chances

Rappers come and go and i just gave you leave of absence

Takin your finances, spread it where it's needed

Now everybody in my crew is blazed up and weeded

I never regret what i say so leave it

Sayin' i'm commercial, how the fuck could you believe it?

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