Verse 1: [Bigg.B]
Yo we're live and direct from Montreal, Quebec
Where the peeps feel proud of what they represent
I'm in love with my city like it was ment to be
Some of you haters might not agree with what I see
You folks remind of clowns you're funny
Trying to control my actions like a voodoo dummy
Yo keep your distance with that negative energy
Cause I don't f**ing need it do I look like a battery
A lot of scams out here I'm sure, but I'm street smart
So it don't take books to tell if you're a crook
Think twice before scamming me, you might get juxed
Peter Pan your a** since you're the bad guy!
CAPTAIN HOOK!
Even the students are aware, that the system ain't fare
Protesting out there with their signs up in the air
Nothings changed cause the government don't care
Let's try to put an end to this, like the mayans this year
Verse 2: [T.S. / Mr. Northern Touch]
If you're verseless
Then you're worthless
Ain't no place on earth
There's no purpose
Slap them again, selling our verses
Slaughter virgins, leave your p**y certain
Every tailor made rapper, hang them like curtains
HAH! Stitch them into purses
Custom made, never imitated, hate me why?
Ain't you glad I made it!
In the blood sport, where homies catch cases
Putting slugs.... In your enemies faces!
Die slow, your flow is slowly faded
Your style's out dated
Now f*ggot n****z dressing like the Matrix
Hope you catch a virus
I'm laughing while your perished
f** your crew, they're embarra**ing
My rhymes are careless, fearless
Born to be ruthless, cuz my bars are crack rock
Verse 3: [Christos Kalaritis]
I'm the type to talk to myself
I gotta problem yo, personality change
I change personalities
Gemini two-faced, it's more than hypocritical
Deeper than more than lyrical
Deeper than just the whole globe
I know I sound commercial sometimes
It's cause I sound dope
It's me, myself and I, yeah live to a life
So even if I live a lie, I live to live alive
See I was talking to myself so you did it, so can I
Let me tell you who the type I am
Let me get started first off
No I'm not no gangsta, no I'm not no Rick Ross
I'm kind of like the boss
To be in charge but I'm pissed off
Cuz I was born to make you jump ever since Kriss Kross
Call me the Rap legend, Rap veteran, then again
Unfortunately, I'm not known now, I'm not no Eminem
But If you want beef with me, I'll make you a vegetarian
I mastered the game so well that I f**ed a librarian
Verse 4: [DC20]
Verse 5: [P.Flow Matics]
I wanna bash your little head with the heaviest ratchets
To watch your brain matter shatter and splash up a bloody jacket
My basement's a workshop full of rappers covered in maggots
I hate wannabe rappers as much as much as I hate f*ggots
So even if I'm grilling you, I wouldn't stare back
Because my teeth will sink in that grimace, locking like a bear trap
Devouring your face in broad daylight on the asphalt
Running bu*t naked in your city buzzed on bath salts
I'm nuts like my allergy, back off, you're not wanted
Everybody boos you like the whole venue was haunted
Flipping skitsophrenically on those who rap pathetically
Choking upon the stage like they were frozen cryogenically
Now I don't mean to disrespect rappers or gay gash
But some of you fudge packers are flaming like Rapidash
So just because I'm friendly, doesn't mean I won't attack
Cuz I'm like a camera, if you push my bu*tons, I'mma snap!