Hilroy - 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

Written by:
Reuben Gazer

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