"Motherfucker: is this Toronto, or the Lost City of Atlantis/
the last place on the planet where rappers hopes can vanish in madness/
dammit I can't understand it, but I still gotta take advantage/
after I make this magic happen in the face of hateful bastards.../
for every Kardinal and Akon, there's a hundred dope rappers that come and go, and then stay gone/
do they need another brother on Degrassi?/
I'll start acting, get shot in the back/ then be a wheelchair date into a teenage prom/ get my Drake on!/
I'm just playing, that homie makes great songs/
but can you take off like Saukrates and JD Era if you're not what Jay-Z or Lil Wayne wants?/
Mos Def you can, but it helps to pray to eight gods/
go thru insane odds of survival and stay strong like K-Naan/
it's a shame, all around the world the same song/
so let's resurrect Tupac with a sacred turntable seance/
cause even if people love you today lots, it won't take long to become just another motherfucking rapper to hate on!

STRAIGHT OUTTA TORONTO
CANADIAN BUT HARDCORE
CRAZIER THAN HOT SNOW
GREATNESS THEY DO NOT KNOW

I'm worth half of a billion after taxes and women
make the transaction and give cash into Screwface Capitalism
Mindbender sells classics with Rich Kidd/ ante up Planet Earth/ money or love, no hate, donate to Screwface Capitalism...

How do rap zombies rise from this great rhyme graveyard?/
be a super MC with a beautiful mind and a braveheart/
like you create art the same way as Queensbridge's Patron Saint: Nas/
yeah I rap and hustle great chron/ plus I got a day job/
but fuck this ruckus, it's K-Os in this Crabbucket Syndrome city/
you better snakecharm your way out and up to the top of the game, dawg!
can't wait on a major label to discover you, take charge, aim bombs at today's charts/
slay frauds for fortune and fuck the fame part/
I'ma just sell the dopest hydroponic sonic hip hop in Toronto until Dr. Dre calls/
cause my time to blow up is coming like I got grenade balls!/
money is lovely and I'm a SuperFreak like the Canadian Rick James Bond/
can't stop the body rock, cause I get crazy turned on when it's time for the pay off, coming...

STRAIGHT OUTTA TORONTO
CANADIAN BUT HARDCORE
CRAZIER THAN HOT SNOW
GREATNESS THEY DO NOT KNOW

I'll politely ask you to listen, I rap for a living
a true great with all my dues paid to Screwface Capitalism
gotta take an international trip to have a chance in this city
many careers met doomsday through Screwface Capitalism

Where are all the Canadian hip hop millionaires?/
Money hides like pride in our country: it kinda isn't there/
from coast to coast, smell the inferiority complex in the air/
if music success was sex, most MCs couldn't even kiss and tell/
so sell yourself short in side hustles,
I can't stand it, part time job so harsh it scars my arms and thigh muscles/
I like women and giving like Mr. Simmons, so let me find Russell
before I find trouble and before you discover my rhyme wonders/
world class rap, you can't turn back the clock now
if you heard that we're wack/ I'll, burn, smash, and blast them thoughts: BLAOW
and leave you mentally bankrupt: scrounge, like
b!tch, to think I ain't rich in rap gifts, you must be crazy
I make dreams for a living
pay attention, admission and respect: LIKE MOTHERFUCK YOU, PAY ME

STRAIGHT OUTTA TORONTO
CANADIAN BUT HARDCORE
CRAZIER THAN HOT SNOW
YOU'LL F.A.I.L. IF YOU DO NOT KNOW

Do I gotta be slashing your wrists and stabbing your sister/
to get you to take your head out your ass for a minute?!
this music business is too strange,
what will it cost, what will you pay to change Screwface Capitalism
Mindbender rhyme bullets shoot through fakes
nightmares turn into new days/ we create love through pain/
the end and the beginning/
starving artists robbing targets for props and profits in Screwface Capitalism!"

- Mindbender Fucking Supreme