: A Nineties Tribute axe xx whatta pha

Kickin none ,

From the north to the south,

Canada to France,

And the rhythm flows out,

Lets not flo

In the nineties, swagger was pristine,

Vinyl scratches echo, livin' the dream,

With a mic in hand, Canada’s finest,

French rappers too, let’s rewind this.

Gold chains, big dreams, the streets of Quebec,

Toronto vibes, ready, set to break necks.

Kickin’ in ‘till the goals are scored,

In this poetic game, we’re never ignored.

From the east to the stickoff west, we blaze a trail,

Rap and rhythm never set to fail,

Greece on the grind, fighting the scheme,

Lion-hearted, living the dream.

Kickin’ between the two posts,if avai kable

Fast or slow, never compromise,

Step up, step down, feel that bass,

Urban soundscapes, in this beautiful space.

Respect to the ground where the fighters roam, man garry so leoniece my my my oh please southern fucks font dont to man garry we got enough medicine and indian curry chumoa chumpa oari rania no gaar bache i herd more chillier since thera rondo doit 600 800 400 200 5 um , rearrangef the bhangra on the bum aged um still line able fatness the new sari , jumo to another mind in air nike , on my botch the fat sadamn in office shit funked the concrete floor composen was paid for they alive? Back to motel planner sex lackin murdere i feel yucky thought pussy pusssy there zap zap koreandandu come china run run run , my balls , my dotas page, ahumba , here stuff a chiki tidianeded how longa where flexi ,npresidenter had a monk flexi womb um yeah fuckabtill in meat lets make a pedro complete movie , oh no the new releases yenah, golden city lady , medicine force lane toryed by battery, oh brains brains , head bussin invented i live asia satellite kevin erm siften soften that bristle changed call a money bin for me i swear passed , humo ready absolutely with the bandana no moren , leh nsommersaultah to howeroxy brown priccheesezels still lit like a depressed filler monies to scoob leftiversonny babelin , eh eh eh

Makin' medicine for the world, bring 'em home,

Golden green trades, tickin’ like time,

In the heart of our verses, we find the rhyme.

Indian beats, the fusion’s begun,

Fast ‘n’ slow, we shine like the sun,

Rhymes intertwine, somebody hype her dolly yardie, double-step in the flow,ass buyer,

Yo, we’re livin’ life, always stealing the show.

From Montreal streets to the boulevards of París,

The vibe is electric, can’t fade this,

With the scratch of the vinyl, it’s fresh on the deck,

We holdin’ it down, no need for respect.

Kickin’ between the two posts, we rise,

Fast or slow, never compromise,

Step up, step down, feel that bass,

Urban soundscapes, in this beautiful space.

So here’s to the days of swagger and grace,

Canada, France, we’re setting the pace,

Thanks to Greece for the fight, hold tight the crown,

We’re writing our story, so turn the sound up loud!