Best Kind Slug (Ft. Eyedea & Nool)

[Hook: Slug & Eyedea]
S: Here's to the friend's I've lost and the one's I've left
E: And here's to the ears that want something to digest
S: Here's to the small population that's got my back
E: And here's to the robots that can't see past white and black
S: Here's to the Newfie cuties, come and get me
E: And here's to the hometown hoodies in the twin city
S: Here's to my man Nool and his drunk friend Andrew

[Verse 1: Slug]
Here's to the good times, and the good rhymes
And every cat that shook my hand after I took his or he took mine
I put life in the mic - for what that's worth
Plus I turned out to be the type that always wants the last word
There ain't no pieces to a dream on my keychain
But I got the secrets of the ages, on the papers in my briefcase
And if I could see straight, I'd of drove myself home
And if you really was a B-boy you'd have a cell-phone
I seen my share of war, mess em' of their royalty
Watch the soldiers jump off the dock to test their buoyancy
Took a drink from the gauntlet and passed it left
And waited for the master of the class to catch they breath
Oh wow, now you got freestyles for days, right?
But a lot of cats that got flows can't write a song to save they life
And I can't figure out, what you're talking about
Try to do it - after you take your man's unit out your mouth