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Cadence Weapon - Oliver Square Lyrics

Yo, it's corrupt where I'm from
Edmonton, tough
The swedes could speak about the heads
We drums, rough!
City life will leave you red with blood
Punched holes in the wall
Then they fed the the thugs lunch
After they rocked the party
In the literal sense
Sedimentary propensity
They hit the kid on the lips
Shit, you could could be
On whyte ave havin' the time of your life
Then you get your arm broken
By a random cab driver, ask katie
The nightlife is mad crazy
When a drunk tries to steal your car
He was trying to play me
But I didn't let him, we peeled off quick
Then we parked at iga
To break the seals off the lid
Don't generalize, you must think and wonder
Why I drink 40's and memorize bus-link numbers
Well, I don't have a license
But I'm trying to gain prominence
Cause I'm living in a house
With a fridge full of condiments

See me on the bill
Better follow me there
I solemnly swear
I'll make it back to oliver square

So I'm drunk at the funky pickle
Nothing difficult
Came out with just napkins
It was something pitiful
Currently unemployed
But I depend on my friends
To contend with my impending impulse to spend
So I let jane cover
My pitchers at the strat
'til I get a little bit of riches
From this rap
But I digress
Peeping few cherries in the rearview
Rcmp check for drunks on a steer through
Yeah, I take the 7 off 82nd to get to jasper
So I can hit new city
With the electro clashers
And doug says "it's a vouyers roleplay"
To check someone seated like
Their birthday in the worst way
See me at victory, don't ask to see the skill
I'm sick of fanboys
More obnoxious than peter hill
Robotic bill spit
I come with the ill shit, still good
More dangerous than milwoods

See me on the bill
Better follow me there
I solemnly swear
I'll make it back to oliver square

I need to listen like records
You all oughta get dismissed, on the wake up
I tend to politic with crisp
Don't stick your nose up
Just cause the sick flow up
Like if you go to a show
To might see nick cosab
Like if I'm on the mic
You better get froze up
Cause I cut aluminum
Like a bus station smoker
Anyway, we attend the black dog
In on tuesdays
Any crew with useless talk
Don't give a fuck what you say
Better lay low if your connected
To lame prose
I'm about to hit you
With a stella bottle at halo
Ugly chicks at the armory, talk sweet, alcoy
Girl, I don't wanna be seen
In you like cowboys
And I don't rap for free
Not one dirty ryhme
Your list will go downtown like the 135
Lamping real pretty
Don't care what rapping can get me
I'm just letting y'all know
I'm from champion city

See me on the bill
Better follow me there
I solemnly swear
I'll make it back to oliver square

From milwoods, to the west-end
Ask anyone of my best friends
You know what it is