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S.O.T. (feat. Kardinal Offishall & Solitair)
18
Hip-Hop
S.O.T. (feat. Kardinal Offishall & Solitair) was released on July 13, 1999 by VM Canada as a part of the album Ice Cold
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Release DateJuly 13, 1999
LabelVM Canada
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Choclair
Choclair
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kareem Blake
Kareem Blake
Composer
Sheldon Pitt
Sheldon Pitt
Composer
Jason Harrow
Jason Harrow
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer
Solitair
Solitair
Producer
Neville "Gadget" Campbell
Neville "Gadget" Campbell
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Right about now you 'bout to have a T-Dot invasion
It's kinda like streamline and streamline a rape in your face
We kinda just comin' up
Kinda like just slappin' y'all right in your tonsils, like, yeah
Yo, precise, measure up to the side mic, device
Frozen gold, terrorizor, chaos to your organizer
Dick swole, I'm the big dick patrol
My shaft be dividin' the North and South Pole
Yo, imagine this **** roamin' the street
Lookin' for food to eat, finger trigger in the heat
While circumcising the beat, 911 y'all
Unleash the track featuring Shocks and Memphis Bleek
So I'ma heir the throne by hook or by crook
I'ma claim royalties, leave a sole can of ass cap, sure
Finger-fuckin' that pussycat, lookin' for crack
Sorry officer, the crack's gonna cost you
Solitair, knee deep in this shit y'all talk
Spittin' death till the cops runnin' outta chalk
Bite my flow till y'all tongues bleed
I'ma fuck cheddar for my ones to breathe
So, fuck y'all G's fittin' to hate me up
Y'all hailin' me up, while wantin' to nail me up
Better bail for the rug before I pull the plug
Don't shrug ****, duck ****, twenty-one slug
And no fingerprint so I skate scot free
Like the Gingerbread Man, y'all can't catch me
Look out, takin' notes while I drop the bomb
Importin' my style like I was made in Taiwan
Most **** floss with it when we boss with it
Y'all cats talk with it when we walk with it
You see, we ride on **** and shine on ****
And blaze y'all with just one line, ****
Know nuff **** talk shit it and we rock shit it
Ball through the hall with it, we cash and split it
You see, we move on somethin', some blaze on somethin'
Caught back the rhyme and start head huntin'
My rhymes be infectious from mics to two inch rails
I drop four balls, then you pop ten pills
Y'all know the deal, why y'all scream real
I got your girl's grill, introduce to Shales
Y'all be forkin' sales, I'm the classified page
With rough cuts that still chop your high top face
And drop stones down while y'all roller blade
It's the calvacade, knee deep rhyme spitter
Circle affiliation, rhyme killer
First known as Shocks then the Chiz Knocks
Take my spot, I think not
You scared
Heart sounds like you dropped through pots
Eyes look glazed like you took a few shots
Or Bajan rum followed by more sun
Talk real dirty but the girl still cum first
By 'em drinks then hit the kink
You bad mouthin' Shocks, ****, think
Why is he on tour when I'm always chillin'?
Why is he out there and so mass appealin'?
'Cause he sold a few records 'cause they know you really billin'
Yeah, most **** floss with it, we boss with it
Y'all cats talk with it when we walk with it
You see, we ride on **** and shine on ****
And blaze y'all with just one line, ****
Know nuff **** talk shit it and we rock shit it
Ball through the hall with it, we cash and split it
You see, we move on somethin', some blaze on somethin'
Caught back the rhyme and start head huntin'
I hate you, hate your crew
Hate your long talking, hate your girl
Hate them fake jewels you walk in
And I love the fact that as much as you think you hate me
You love my style
Fake ****, keep it up
A and R's, I'ma slap y'all with flows
Till y'all recognize the size of the circle monopolising and risin'
Time's up for they fake ass with Dayton's on the eighty-nine
Chevy's frontin' light weights when I spit, the talk's heavy
My lines create a grip around your ego
Grips, trips to the islands to a nice life livin' on park benches
Clenches the mic like blacks hold on to Malcolm and Martin
Half y'all **** don't even know what you be startin'
Makin' your battle tracks, get play on two stations
While me, Shocks and Solitair are tourin' every nation
Sippin' tea with Japanese
And y'all in the gates watchin' me watchin' your girl
While she, "Yeah, uh-huh"
Most **** floss with it when we boss with it
Y'all cats talk with it when we walk with it
You see, we ride on **** and shine on ****
And blaze y'all with just one line, ****
Know nuff **** talk shit it, while we rock shit it
Ball through the hall with it, we cash and split it
You see, we move on somethin', some blaze on somethin'
Caught back the rhyme and start head huntin'
Most **** floss with it when we boss with it
Y'all cats talk with it when we walk with it
You see, we ride on **** and shine on ****
And blaze y'all with just one line, ****
Nuff **** talk shit it and we rock shit it
Ball through the hall with it, we cash and split it up
That's right, we doin' it like this
Kinda like with two fists up your nose
Slappin' your tonsils from the outside, baby
Shittin' on them till your breathin' brown stinks, what?
Written by: Jason Harrow, Kareem Blake, Sheldon Pitt
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