Cold North Killaz

[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 MCs 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, crews are 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 movin' 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 viz, 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 sparkin' off a hatchet attached to my hip
Many drop when I 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, that's why the audiences chant loud Alpha Omega! Alpha Omega! Alpha Omega!
Yo, that's the background, better back down
Name up on an AbMat, want it sound close
On each coast I'm rocking honors, I have 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, MCs 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