Oliver Square

I cleaned up the lyrics and fixed them where I knew they were wrong. You need to know quite a bit about Edmonton's bar scene.

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 (this is the actual lyric, Peter Hill is an annoying local "celebrity") 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 (as in Stella Artois, at the bar 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

cheers

I love this song because it's so true! Sure, it's not like that all the time, everywhere, but Edmonton can be a pretty dangerous city.