Hook:
Welcome to the world that I’m from, baby do you wanna be “My Neighbour?”
Dontcha wanna be “My Neighbour?”
They say that where you’re going ain’t no ways where you’re from.
Baby someday you’ll be “My Neighbour?”
Dontcha wanna be “My Neighbour?”
(My neighbour)

Oh Hi. Hello. Welcome to my city. Let me show you round downtown in my city.
I don’t got a car but that’s cool, nothing’s far. Just a walk down the block and my towns turn to cities.

Cities turn to hills, never asked, never will but I know that my city be the best in the world.
None less than obsessed with our teams. Yeah we’re kinda shit, but we’re dressed to the T.
Nothing less than the best we’re supreme, with a dream we are dreamers.
Chess; we the Queen

And please… Pick all of your litter up you litter bugs, man this city isn’t etched wrecked but it’s clean. It’s a nest for the Jays, a branch for the Leafs & wherever the fuck Raptors eat!

Yeah Toronto is the city I was born in, sworn in to this rap shit, fact I’m the foreman. Organ to this game & our heart beats strong. We get better and together our heart beats on.,.

And so on we keep truckin’ on we keep runnin’ and we run till our runs turn to jogs and we huffin’.
And we outta breath yes, but never stopped yet, no!
Always on some new shit. “You spit techno?”
Jew with a pencil. Yeah, I said, so welcome to the world that I’m from, kids “Lets Go!”

HOOK

Cuz in my city we have freedom, freed men. And all the women and the kids, they’re wee gems. A bright flickers what he said, she said, but give a kid a pencil and he’ll write sick, bleed lead. But give ‘em no rope, and no hope and street cred, and they’ll be low coke dealers doped up and seen dead.

Well no shit man, you showboating meatheads.
You bozos be so slow & nose-picking eat’n.
I wont fix my flow no I wont be the beaten, I’m the O in the Ozone, you no witted cretins!

& I’ll teach ‘em.
The children that were born in my town, that you’re a prince, not a print. You we’re born to be crowned. A sworn sword swinging nord that’ll wake in the PM. With a Mordor roar with the force of a TNT bomb outta Vaughan to where the parkway Queen ends, and then seize the day bitch “Carpe Diem!”

Agree’n!
Ye, all our neighbours say the CN’s “Haha! Very good, Tip Top, Tres Bien”
I aint even French, but my friends they be ‘em. From QC, to AB, MTL and VN.

TM!
Trademarked from another, despite what you’ve heard we aint crooks we are lovers. We cook for our mothers, roofs to the gutters, but some pricks decide to judge books by the covers.

HOOK