Kardinal Offishall Lyrics

Album: Unknown

King of the Hill Lyrics

f/ Tara Chase

 

 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 sex 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 nigga 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 nigga 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, niggas from the J-C, Rexdale to eastside

 To the Eastside to meet up with Ill B

 My nigga 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 niggas 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 fuck 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 niggas 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