Yo, it's corrupt where I'm from...Edmonton...TOUGH!nthe swedes could speak about the heads we drums...ROUGH!ncity lights will leave you red with bloodnpunched holes in the wall, then they fed the the thugs lunch....after they rocked the party in the literal sensensedimentary perpesity they hit the kid on the lipsnshit, you could could be on Whyte.Ave havin the time of your life nthen you get your arm broken by a random cab driver, ask Katienthe nightlife is mad crazy, when a drunk tries to steal your car, he was trying to play menbut I didn't let'em, we peeled off quick, then we parked at IGA to break the seals off the lidndon't generalize, you must think and wondernwhy i drink 40's and memorize buslink numbers?nwell, I don't have a license, but I'm trying to gain prominencencause i'm living in a house with a fridge full of condimentsnnsee me on the billnbetter follow me there ni solemnly swear ni'll make it back to oliver squarennso I'm drunk at the Funky Pickle, nothing difficultncame out with just napkins, it was something pityfulncurrently unemployed but I depend on my friendsnto contend with my impending impulse to spendnso I let Jane cover my pictures at The Stratntill I get a lil bit riches from this rapnbut I digress, peeping few cherries in the rearviewnR.C.M.P check for drunks on a steer throughnyeah I take the 7th on 82nd to get to Jaspernso I can hit new city with the electro crashersnand Doug says it's a vouyers roleplay nto check someone seated like their birthday in the worst waynsee me at Victory, don't ask to see the skillnI'm sick of fanboys where im not competing him ornrobotic bill spit, I come with the ill shit, still goodnbut more dangerous than Milwoods.nnsee me on the billnbetter follow me there ni solemnly swear nI'll make it back to oliver squarennI need to listen like records, ny'all all to get dismissed, on the wake upnI tend to politic with Crispndon't stick your nose up, just cause the sic flow upnlike if you go to a show to might see Nick Cosanlike if im on the mic, you better get froze upncause i cut aluminum like a bus station smokernanyway, we tend the black dog in on tuesdays nany crew with useless talk, don't give a fuck what you saynbetter low if your connected to lame prosenI'm bout to hit'ch ya with a stellar bottle of halonugly chicks at The Armoury...talk sweet, alcoyngirl, i don't wanna be scening you like Cowboysnand I don't rap for free, not one dirtynyour list will go downtown like the 135nlamping real pretty, don't care what rapping can get menI'm just letting y'all know.. I'm from champion citynnsee me on the billnbetter follow me there ni solemnly swear nI'll make it back to oliver squarennFrom Milwoods, to the West-endnask anyone of my best friendsnyou know what it isn