Verse 1: Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas one and all/One more track so we better make it wonderful/I gotta thank y’all for the welcome back/This was a test of mettle but now I’m settled on the right track/Told you that I’d be right back, and I am/But now I’m going on the attack with the fam/Used to be a lone wolf, now I worship the lamb/As I’m running with the pack getting back to the plan/Staush, Tremain, Fresh IE/If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know where I’d be/Each of you were there when I didn’t believe/That I could make music anyone would receive/Shout outs to pracTice, Scott the Thing/Having friends like you is humbling/I consider you brothers and I’m glad you’re here/Show ‘em how to thrown it down - the end is near

Verse 2: All love, no hate, and I’m grateful to be here/It’s J. Tremain, your main mate for the beat here/Ride along and I’ll take you to see where/I finish and the next G’s waiting to bring heat here/The apostle James says to reign it in/But I can’t help saying that I came to win/I’m all in and I usually don’t do this/I’m Paul and I’m acting foolish/If you’re Caesar, then I’m Brutus/If you’re red, then I’ll be Blue-ish/You got nice kicks, but I’ll stay shoeless/I’m not a lot, but I be ruthless/But the truth is I’m not, I’m really just a fan/Just a man who’s trying to be good to his clan/So big ups to iFollow, shout out to the band/And to all the other cats here give a big hand

Verse 3: Yeah, so Ed Penner/Raise the stakes so high like a tenor/Look it’s that super kid/With the super style; superlative/Gonna lock this down, the tempo just pounds/Dig the sound and take ‘em to town/Once was lost, now is found/Back to my old stomping grounds/I’m a teenager so I’m driven/Gotta make cash gotta make a living/Corny like Clooney of OE 13/Not Kenny not Kanye I’m kind of between/It’s pure bliss when I spit on this/Must not be dismissed as a manic diss/I must admit it’s a bit of a risk/When you rhyme with S and have a minor lisp

Verse 4: Who am I and what are we/Sometimes I feel it’s all a dream/Sometimes I see subconsciously/The man I feel I ought to be/And in the dream I race to be/The top of every industry/Elevating all I see/Perversion of the true meaning/Of my stage name company/This isn’t what I thought I’d see/This wasn’t ever in my dream/And now it’s time for correcting/I’ll put it to death/And say goodbye to Elevate/Making sure he can’t escape/Perversion of my destined fate

Verse 5: Gimme that there let me get in/Gimme that mic let me get to snapping again/Rapping again, Fresh yes, crispy and clean/It’s that fat black backpack rapping machine/Actually, I never stopped killing these rhymes/Wrote my first sixteen in eighty-nine/Copped my first young ting when I was eighteen/Went across the maple leaf it was all a dream/Come true, what’s a young fly brother to do/Brand new, rocking DJ Quick with the crew/In ‘92 hit the west to pursue my dreams/Follow love and that Hip Hop in my genes/British knights were the kicks, gazelles on my face/Tryna chase that paper almost caught a case/caught my breath, I was running almost caught my death/But instead I met a blind man on my step; Fresh

Verse 6: How do you feel? That’s what I care about/Banging your head on rocks trying to make water spout/Faith rewards the devout, the Lord said speak so don’t doubt/Open your mouth, shout/Rapport with rocks bring the flow out/Rep Christmas, bring nog, rep fire, bring logs/Rep tired the way I brings nods/Reptile, cold blood, never sweat when I sing songs