Down Town

On on, and on an, Downtown, downtown

The place that I'm chilling at is Down Town

Where people get the party on its Down Town, Down Town

When I'm skating with my posse, it's Down Town Down Town

And If you wanna get live than come Down Town

I Place to be at, where we spit raps the DJ scratch B-boy's with the Air Tracks Battle kats, Grafeedi, Jimmy's smoking crack I rap a prayer,

2 fingers in the air Party on with Bacardi kardi's song Body guards folly's on,

God's army got me strong Rocking Psalms

Home to the homeless, dope Trojans and stone folk hopelessm, Coke addicts and roach clips

Focus on the frontier, CN Towers Engineered, here, All my peers here, chill, and spend years here

No the city, grab ye girl and look pretty, Flex a fifty, and give away ye pennies

Not to be trusted, gang busted, and rugged

Tourists Subject to loss so keep your eyes on your luggage

Towns that never sleep, from New York to Wall Street Miles of

concrete that rocks without a beat

Down town, like new years countdown

Skate and crowd around till the police turn it out, Bounce to the next spot, watch,

I scene a lot cops, I got caught stopped eating a vendor dog

Rep my cross I gotta be it, rap in coliseums

God I see him looking down daily and the weekend Seeing night life, and the fights and the mic's,

And the wrongs and the rights and the cause is the pride My side of the track, is for truth and the facts

Where I'm going when I rap through God I'm intact

The fast pace of life, ye forget who ye are

Try to get that girl, or sup up your car Job, dialogue, the cost to get it all

You Got a 5 year plan but who's there when ye fall There's nothing wrong with it downtowns explicit

Most peeps after it check it when ye visit

If you wanna chill above average Get passed the madness

Find Jesus of Nazareth or God fearing activists Toronto's a classic, and has all the matches The fashions corn rolls gadgets attractions

Traffic cars, girls, the ahhs Left a life of God, living by no man's laws

Why's the truth hard to see, when God's in yer dreams Put it down, follow me, Matthew 4: 19 Poisonous living, boy struck ye illin

My voicetrous opinion minds got ye thinking

The T-dot don't stop or sleep

Watch clocks in streets, party blocks loose is

How we do is everything fair in the city?

Why don't you ask the squeegees homeless, or the needy

Regardless or not, I still call it my home

Residing in the Downtown, land of broken souls.