King of the Hill

INTRO [Kardinal Offishall]<br>Murderer, yeah<br>Kardinal Offishall, yeah<br>FOS crew, yeah<br>The Circle, yeah<br>Capitol Hill, yeah yeah<br>This is how it go, on and on<br>To the like break of wha what!<br>Yeah yeah, check it out<br><br>[Kardinal Offishall]<br>See me in MC reality spoken<br>Some provoken the Kardinal to speak on sights unheard<br>As my word is bond, so is mental put into a picture<br>Twist the vocal like a taste of lime, into the drink of life<br>The rythmn is my wife<br>I impregnate her the apex to flex a new son<br>Entitled a composition, taught him how to rock<br>Now the sex don`t stop, my wifey can`t get enough<br>Of the hardcore, make you want more type of stuff<br>That I bust all over her insides, sometime on the outside<br>Add a beat light to make sure the Immaculate Conception<br>Is wicked from start to finish I kick it, mix it into the witch`s brew<br>Add a backup vocal to the stew<br>Now they be, surfing me at Play De Track, rocking soul and others<br>Down to Sam Goodie what, peace to goodie goodie<br>Rubbing a piece of y`all talk and yo! That`s all she wrote<br>That`s all I said, as I take my wifey to the bed<br>And rock<br><br>CHORUS [Kardinal & Tara Chase]<br>On and on and on and on<br>We gonna keep it on to like the break of wha!<br>On and on and on and on<br>We gonna keep it on to like the break of wha!<br>On and on and on and on<br>We gonna keep it on to like the break of wha!<br>On and on and on and on<br>We gonna keep it on to like the break of wha!<br><br>[Kardinal Offishall]<br>We gonna bring it to ya face like (ewww!)<br>Shout and mash up the jump ‘till them sound like (ewww)<br>Kardinal wicked (what), wicked like a (ewww)<br>Every crew know, that`s why the crowd like (ahhh)<br>Picture your menace to your society, soul to your propriety<br>Lyricist of the year, and also the cause of you anxiety<br>A little nigga chilling on my shoulder told me to rock ya like a boulder<br>Now I`m back, big up my chest like Jully Black<br>Ex-poets, make a nigga see about he heard<br>If I didn`t tell you so, there`s no truth to the word<br>We sing, stop talking a man`s business<br>I bless the mic with freshness, the Dr. Kay-bee handles the rest<br>Shout out to the one-tree, niggas from the J-C, Rexdale to eastside<br>To the Eastside to meet up with Ill B<br>My nigga KC bring him to the uptown<br>U to the P inside the E-W, scoop up gone for raps<br>Give the dreads a couple of daps, bust a couple raps<br>Inside the place niggas know my face, girlies know the rest of the long physique<br>‘Cause when I rock, the session goes<br><br>CHORUS<br><br>[Tara Chase] {Kardinal Offishall}<br>{Capital Hill in this, with the one little Miss}<br>{TC for your mind brain, yo check it, yo}<br>Prepare for your departure from these stolen planes<br>Rays emitting from the vocals liquefied your brain<br>{What`s your name yo?}<br>Miss Tara Chase if you`re nasty<br>Pulling Capital Queen of the Hill if you ask me<br>You can`t fuck this Mickey, Mallory combination<br>Surround the world with our sound like global domination<br>{How you feel?}<br>Distortion to static is how you look<br>Re-arrange your whole physical anatomy shook<br><br>[Kardinal Offishall]<br>For all them niggas we got what you need<br>Kardinal Offishall, Tara Chases<br>Capitol Hill, get upon the mic and do what you will<br>The Circle y`all, check it out<br><br>CHORUS