Kardinall Offishall King Of The Hill (featuring Tara Chase) Lyrics

King Of The Hill (featuring Tara Chase) Lyrics

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