[Verse 1: Tristan Grant]
As a kid i was clever, never talked too much
I was happier than ever even with the bad weather
Had a nice little world that wrapped all around me
Lived under the dome until music came and found me
It was knock knock knockin' while i was sittin' doin' nothin'
Came in from the side smacked me up for wastin' somethin'
Told me I could kick it and could rip it with talent I could be it
Went on a long quest with clear vision I could see it
Opened up a world where I showed my best and my fears
Wrote a bunch of stuff and took a couple years
With the good and the bad with the ugly and mad
For a few dollars more I'll reach the globe I'm not a fad
I Stick to music like cyano-
Acrylate dedication
Give a voice to the quiet people of the nation
I'm the first from the land built from the dirt
From the earth and the sand for generations we hurt
To be intelligent and relevant not a statistic
So credits to my family for making me rhyme prolific
Tryna' not to snap I keep myself in check
Wiggle on the way looser than a broken neck
Pop in the a-track or the mp3
Inspired by generations past they made me
[Hook]
With the beats and the boxes and the beep beep nonsense
The beats and the boxes and the beep beep nonsense
Beats and the boxes and the beep beep nonsense
Beep beep
[Verse 2: Tristan Grant]
Take two
I'm getting serious as players do
Bottle phase is over my thoughts ain't taboo
Maybe true that I wanna be as big as U2
Wonder how far I gotta go to make my dues
I'm just a rapper better known as MC
The way to move the crowds is like nature it comes to me
Please take a seat, I'm fresh from academics
So get your pencils ready take notes from the lyrics
Sir Tristan. The bravest of them all
A knight so strong he never beckoned to the fall
I got the blood double red tied to my family
There's no water here to ever cross my loyalty
Sittin' on the dock, knowing it's alright
I'm just being me tune the verses make 'em tight
The kids that don't write are who I call shape shifters
Blending to the crowd just to get more listeners
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tristan Grant]
Stop actin' like your tough
Like lying ain't enough
The only thing that's even rough is how you're talking like your buff
So blow the bluff out of the joint hip hop has got a point
Love to burst your bubble boy but no horses here in troy
So back it up like the man on the moon
I like the way it goes boom like a bomb in the room
Breaking and shaking the walls and the halls
I live a fast life, it makes my heart go zoom
Treat yourself like you're already a pro
And give love back to the people you know
Crowds wonder how I have that vitality
I just gain strength through my own creativity
Shout-out to my home town where i formed the pact
The city by the bay, Chaleur is where it's at
On point past the tip lookin' up to Mr. Phife
Go Easy on yourself, just rap what you like