from the iron range, the 218 , the northerm state , wed like to say whats up!! id kike to say whats up, id like to say whats up id lime day whats up , . my name is t.j so you know, tj aka teridsctile joe , let these people know, i was raised up like oscar , i came from the bottom of the trash can, ,when the lid flew off, i emerged like superman!! took off like batman. on the rise to the top i got lost man. as i sit here, lost in a gaze, dismayed , in a endless daydream , the world spins around me, chillin on the outskirts of the ozone, like citys to suburbs. a fuzzy feeling , a warm sensation, like being lost in concrete maze, but little do they know, my ear to the ground, just so i can hear the haters coming from afar , enemies that might be stationed around the corners on the boulevard . if it comes too confrontation , theyll be meetin angels , the white sythed reapers with them mejenta , all white halos . screaming at the top of my lungs , i toll SHUT UP, fuck the ice cream truck , you dont wanna see the dump truck pull up, then bounce off with them bodies stacked up, !!, our iron range crew is posseed up, yup gotta raise up , bad barbarians whats up , throw them wrenches and break some spokes , and smash them goons , little squiking bell boys, wanna try to confront our crew!!! you ll get clapped out ,from the audiance that applauds , from the performance we just laid down .