Cold North Killaz

Lyrics

[Verse 1: J Reno] Look at the way that I'm killing the microphone when I'm front of it Say what you want to say, the hate is great to me, I love this shit Come on, give me the beat, I'm 'bout to crush 'em with some other shit So mad my status with Sentury's running them with that gutter shit Feeling me, a real MC, coming up with the realest team Build a dream and kill the scene with bars coming off that guillotine You really don't want to fuck with my squad, the Windsor City Lunatiks Coming up in your spot to ruin shit like rowdy hooligans Too rough and rugged for the music biz So how we do this is hit the studio quick and drop a classic for them dudes who with some real hip-hop Reel Wolf and the Cold North Killaz J Reno coming at 'em full force [Verse 2: Aspects] I'm sure you sick, but I'm way more iller I'm that true north killer, ain't no crew more realer We the last of a dying breed, call you the pastors Like the past, y'all behind me, do what my mind sees Beyond your comprehension, so essentially I'm wrecking All these motherfucking pussies that just out there for attention Not looking for redemption, this shit's like an intervention 'Cause everyone knows you fucked up and you lying and pretending But the truth of the matter is, pockets getting fatter It's the same shit happening, same old patterns Keep it real like the wolf in these motherfucking streets And like all these MC's on this motherfucking beat, yeah [Verse 3: Charlie Fettah] When I started out it was about the fame and fortune Greedy on the grind and trying to get a bigger portion Now I start fires, give me beats and I'mma torch 'em Comin' for they necks, Fettah be the headless horseman Cold North Killaz is villains, yes we made it When I'm frustrated the bodies get cremated Sucker for a dollar, I'm fiendin' for these payments Fuck with Reel Wolves, we'll leave you bleeding on the pavement Middle of the map from murderous Manitoba Every day feel like the thirty-first of October Too many pussies is talking, acting like soldiers 'Til they in a hole and the dirt get thrown over [Verse 4: J Nyce] Ayo, we death custodians, turn your brain to antimatter (Haha) Exploding limbs and podiums, call me the atom smasher Leave you consumed, scorched to see honest fear (yeah) Like the Human Torch, tearing holes through the ionosphere I spit electronics, hook you up to booster cable You get hit when the TEC vomits, cruisin' fatal My optical illusions leave your brains cooked, fryin' Travel like blood transfusions, supplying the iron Chemical fumes were made in a castle of pain Leaking out of open wounds while blood wash away For those who move with weaponry deceptively Telepathy, increase my mind kinetically [Chorus: Suspect] We some Cold North Killaz get real For the scrilla no deal If you front, we peel We gon' kill you so real Up north, we deal and make millis Stay street, you look silly so blast the MAC Milly We some Cold North Killaz get real For the scrilla no deal If you front, we peel We gon' kill you so real Up north, we deal and make millis Stay street, you look silly so blast the MAC Milly [Verse 5: M.O. Littles] I'm just a faded Canadian getting paid to talk shady And use the brain in my cranium to concoct all these crazy hymns Hmm! Now what you think about that? Man your thinking's off track if you think it's just rap I'm getting head on a plane from some fly bitch SkyDome While I watch the Jays playin' on my iPhone I'm in a time zone you just can't fly to Try to but use your imagination, Caillou I'm spitting haikus with samurai precision And they can't deny the biz, I hold a candle to their vision We shooting straight for these handy camera shy divisions Throw your tools in the air and let the hammers fly, we in this bitch [Verse 6: Neph] Hey yo, viceroy leadin' the rip I got the gasoline, lighter fluid, newspaper, and BiC I'm sparkin' off a hatchet attached to my hip, many drop when that lift Plenty forming a plot but the radar pick up the blip Then I bomb, the calm 'fore the storm is past now Necronomicon, I'm beyond, it's why the audiences chant loud Alpha Omega! Alpha Omega! Alpha Omega! Yo, that's the background, better back down Name up on the ad mat on that signpost On each coast I'm rocking honors, I am foreign on my snapback I go to rock a show, then chop a jungle, take a catnap Twenty four minus eight in my knapsack, word 'em up You heard of us, MC's on a fieldtrip, I burn the bus Formulate the universe like Nicolaus Copernicus Yo, hip-hop need a fix, got 'em begging for our services Line 'em up, welcome everybody to terminus [Verse 7: Raw B Snatch] I'm a Cold North Killa, really similar to Tuco Should've locked me up, should've put me where the loons go Thredson, Bloody Face, fucking with these Reel Wolves This pine box I'm working on, that is where you'll soon go When I prowl in the Cold North, the moon glows Transformation, you're in trouble when the moon's full Rappers are on the menu and I just ate a spoonful Anywhere I point my finger, that is where the goons go My bad eye got me looking like a pirate I'm irate, you want it done right? Do it my way R-A-W, you don't want it backwards Lyrically, I'm a warhead, you're a firecracker [Chorus: Suspect] We some Cold North Killaz get real For the scrilla no deal If you front, we peel We gon' kill you so real Up north, we deal and make millis Stay street, you look silly so blast the MAC Milly We some Cold North Killaz get real For the scrilla no deal If you front, we peel We gon' kill you so real Up north, we deal and make millis Stay street, you look silly so blast the MAC Milly