King Of The Hill Lyrics - Kardinal Offishall

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 

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