Kardinal Offishall - King Of Da Hill lyrics

[INTRO: Kardinal Offishall] Murderer, yeah Kardinal Offishall, yeah FOS crew, yeah The Circle, yeah Capitol Hill, yeah yeah This is how it go, on and on To the like break of wha what! Yeah yeah, check it out [Kardinal Offishall] See me in MC reality spoken Some provoken the Kardinal to speak on sights unheard As my word is bond, so is mental put into a picture Twist the vocal like a taste of lime, into the drink of life The rythmn is my wife I impregnate her the apex to flex a new son Entitled a composition, taught him how to rock Now the s** don't stop, my wifey can't get enough Of the hardcore, make you want more type of stuff That I bust all over her insides, sometime on the outside Add a beat light to make sure the Immaculate Conception Is wicked from start to finish I kick it, mix it into the witch's brew Add a backup vocal to the stew Now they be, surfing me at Play De Track, rocking soul and others Down to Sam Goodie what, peace to goodie goodie Rubbing a piece of y'all talk and yo! That's all she wrote That's all I said, as I take my wifey to the bed And rock [CHORUS: Kardinal & Tara Chase] On and on and on and on We gonna keep it on to like the break of wha! On and on and on and on We gonna keep it on to like the break of wha! On and on and on and on We gonna keep it on to like the break of wha! On and on and on and on We gonna keep it on to like the break of wha! [Kardinal Offishall] We gonna bring it to ya face like (ewww!) Shout and mash up the jump ‘till them sound like (ewww) Kardinal wicked (what), wicked like a (ewww) Every crew know, that's why the crowd like (ahhh) Picture your menace to your society, soul to your propriety Lyricist of the year, and also the cause of you anxiety A little n***a chilling on my shoulder told me to rock ya like a boulder Now I'm back, big up my chest like Jully Black Ex-poets, make a n***a see about he heard If I didn't tell you so, there's no truth to the word We sing, stop talking a man's business I bless the mic with freshness, the Dr. Kay-bee handles the rest Shout out to the one-tree, n***as from the J-C, Rexdale to eastside To the Eastside to meet up with Ill B My n***a KC bring him to the uptown U to the P inside the E-W, scoop up gone for raps Give the dreads a couple of daps, bust a couple raps Inside the place n***as know my face, girlies know the rest of the long physique ‘Cause when I rock, the session goes [CHORUS] [Tara Chase (Kardinal Offishall)] (Capital Hill in this, with the one little Miss) (TC for your mind brain, yo check it, yo) Prepare for your departure from these stolen planes Rays emitting from the vocals liquefied your brain (What's your name yo?) Miss Tara Chase if you're nasty Pulling Capital Queen of the Hill if you ask me You can't f** this Mickey, Mallory combination Surround the world with our sound like global domination (How you feel?) Distortion to static is how you look Re-arrange your whole physical anatomy shook [Kardinal Offishall] For all them n***as we got what you need Kardinal Offishall, Tara Chases Capitol Hill, get upon the mic and do what you will The Circle y'all, check it out [CHORUS]