 You have to be good at ice skating. Yeah! Well, to be good at soccer, you have to be good at dive-taking. Yeah. For your style's relevance, you're a true crusader. You're like a reclusive waiter the way you refuse to cater. But you don't have to. Yeah. To evolve, these days you wouldn't even wash Callum, and we only checked for your shit because of nostalgia like Nas albums. Ooh. Battle Oshazane turns it to a drinking game. For every line I say he takes a drink. Every line he says he drinks a game. You brought booze to meet your own intervention, Liver. I just hope you're friends that ride her. You blew a breathalyzer and it would fucking catch you on fire. Plus, you're fat. You're on coke. You go on crazy rants and swear at nothing. Shit, if you came to my city, you might get elected mayor or something. I don't care. If I'm a racist, then so are you two. You can never try a cool man a racist. I reckon I've got more black friends than you do. Shouts to your uncle's practice in duty. Could have been five dudes. Could have been ten. Could have been Ryu. Could have been Ken. Real to the end of a pre-ten. Lee T-Boy, but I ain't G-flint. You, you, and you, and anybody else in the fucking building who thinks that you're winning, you'd better shuffle tea. Look like loose women. You think I'm going to hit you with a Pikachu scheme and keep it black and white like a beat or two scene? Listen, I couldn't wait to get to Toronto. I would finally be eating poutine. Listen. But imagine my dismay as I took my table to sit all the way down the street. Listen. But imagine my dismay as I took my table to sit all the Canada's favourite dish. Five minutes later I found out the shady as shit which has come over to me in definition with a place of gravy and chips. Such a tall, skinny, blond bitch. I'm considering trying to have sex with you. Listen. Booked at Toronto Blue Days. We've got Big J dressed in blue. And I'm a professional. Every bar I drop. Mudslinger, old school, blizzard gun finger. These bitches should have rapped Mudslinger. You'll get that double L on Cannes. That's George Rinde. You Canadians with the world's gayest friends give this girl like real fights, fights at the stating lessons. These players argue, they're like, listen, don't keep talking like that. You're going to make me die. This is your country's national sport. Listen. Yes, homo. No pauses. I'd rather watch faggot porn. I said it's owl joke time. Veronica, you need a head wig when you look like Harry Potter and his owl combines. You have irritable owl syndrome. Contrasts the love child of the bird man and owl capone. See, I was going to leave this owl alone. But this is where it gets big for you. I hear he likes to chat out birds on Twitter. Matta likes to tweet to Wu. It's like a turtle, bruv. Your barn's type whack. And women are not mice. There's something that you can't quite catch. So if I say your dark matter, that's a bit of a pre-tension. More like the centre of a black hole, you are infinitely dense. I think we all know Matta consists of particles. So if his phone rings and he claims that the particles, we know that his evening consists of particles. Because you called your album greasy spoon rendezvous. That sounds like a cuddle after he's just used lots of lube. But you are funny in your doubles matches. You're great when you're one of two rappers. I just think this wookie needs a hand solo. That's Chewbacca.