HamHok Video (MV)

You can try and take my mic but you will never disarm me
Find me in the Queen City chillin' with Quazy
Fakes tryna ride the wave like a tsunami
Dropping more bombs than the U.S. army
You could never harm me, even if you harm me
I'll climb up out of my grave, like a zombie
A fan of Black Eyed Peas not edamame beans
Wassup b? Two creams in my coffee
But it don't stop there
Keep ya feet moving like a real estate fair
Going up like a sail in a windstorm
True funk synth lord, new funk Sith lord
I take time so I can give more
Mind of a giant on a kids floor, 64
IntendoNay, 'till the day I send away
Pay to kill ourselves so we can live more
Real shit
The who? Hoodoo jam out for you
The how? 'Cuz we got funky style
The where? Anywhere that you care to dance
The when? Right now get up off your ass
"Yo Muthaf*cka! That was RJ
Coming to your village with a couple AK's!"
So you better make way for the Mafia
Like a runaway train, you aint stopping us
I'm monstrous, sorta like a monster truck
Come rock with us, doing it from dawn 'till dusk
Luca5's getting busy when he chops shit up
I suggest you throw away the key and lock me up
Come on
But it don't stop there
Keep the city rocking like my Grandma's chair
Got a pot full of broth and blue zest
Who's next? Here to put ya to the true test
"Put ya boots on!"
You don't wanna step on what I send ya
Thorns galore, a concord of foreign character
Keep watch, I think they might be onto us
Thinking back to Fernie, mourning rides in the gondola
The who? Hoodoo jam out for you
The how? 'Cuz we got funky style
The where? Anywhere that you care to dance
The when? Right now get up off your ass
Who ever said that this life was easy
I'm proof of purchase without the receipt
Go and ask my brother if you don't believe me
Had to sober up just to write this EP
One day ima do it, ima move to B.C.
Filling up the glock with a litre of Fiji
My dude plays the blues really crude and greasy
Peace to all the people who copped a CD