In the Booth

I'm in the booth I'm spittin' nothing but the truth I'm in the booth Don't know the game or what to do Look, I'm doin' circles in the booth This just PVCs and blankets with some velcro and a roof I could bang on the beat or I could step out man, what to choose Got the mic in a beautiful bunch of fruit man, 'bout the juice Launch the booth into orbit, we have liftoff a count of two Made this one for my brothers, I know they're bumping This bitch with the windows down, so the others know that Hil's coming This province can hardly hold me, made mountains out of a molehill Found warmth up out of a cold sea, was born at a thousand scovilles I might be out of my element, maybe but I will never be Twisted up in the wind, put a rapper's life into jeopardy Nah, I never put 'em on ice without a porpoise Hit the body then I show 'em where the corpse is, ya dig? Might be out of my element, maybe but I will never be Twisted up in the wind, put a rapper's life into jeopardy Nah, I never put 'em on ice without a porpoise Hit the body then I show 'em where the corpse corpse corpse corpse Everybody in the cut, everybody going nuts Hilly's got some generic, bombastic, bomb-throwing He's the who's who of what's what Yeah I got a screw loose so backup, Stunt for the news crews in a black truck Bid you adieu - then peel off quick with a burnout And leave you with bad luck The origin is Toronto, we packed our shit and moved pronto Then bounced around a few neighbourhoods, Hamilton followed Vividly remember Ivor Wynne in the heat of the summer Felt like I needed to run or jump with no need to recover Leapt on a beat I'm a stunner, vis-a-vis speaking of numbers Rappers searching hard for they're streams they're secretly plumbers Livin' in the city of the waterfall I never really knew about stream though Just a youngin' sailing thru some hardship, that's a dreamboat Used to visit mom up in the pally every night then Honestly I'm asking myself where the fuck your life went Ey, where the fuck your life went They say God has plans but where the fuck was Jesus Christ then Yeah, do it in the booth Yeah, I'm spittin' nothin' but the truth Yeah, don't know the game or what to do Yeah, I'm doin' circles in the booth This just PVCs and blankets with some velcro and a roof I could bang on the beat or I could step out man, what to choose Got the mic in a beautiful bunch of fruit man, 'bout the juice Launch the booth into orbit, we have liftoff a count of two Hit the peace pot, folded hands for deep plots Manifestos told by monastery monks I eavesdropped Stand in street spots, smoke until I make my cheeks hot Argue over who should get it first then drink the beef stock Fuck the competition I'ma never let my knees drop Hammerfist from the hounds of hell with a discrete knock We walk hand in hand until the fall of man the leaves drop Waiting for a symbol that he's merciful but he's not Yeah - I've got affinity for boothin' Spent a year quarantine and changed the world like Isaac Newton Highfalutin, dropped a Duo after months up in the shell Though all the proof is in the fact that Hil's got hooks like he's some velcro Yeah, do it in the booth Yeah, I'm spittin' nothin' but the truth Yeah, don't know the game or what to do Yeah, I'm doin' circles in the booth Yeah, I'm doin' circles in the booth Yeah, I'm doin' circles in the booth