North Pole Cold

[Verse 1: Cinco]

Motherfucker get it right
Call me Cinco if you didn't know
Whipping up the sickest flow
Hit you with that pick-and-roll
I got sidetracked
But now, I'm back at it
Bout to take the game
And I'll run it like a jackrabbit
Bout to break it down
I'm bout to go bee-zerk (berserk)
I got more snapbacks than you do t-shirts
See me work
Me, myself, and I
Out of sight when I rhyme
Adios, bye-bye
Fresher than a fucking pine tree
Don't even try me
You know where to find me
It's North Pole cold in the land of the Cheeseheads
And we're still going hard, that's what she said

[Chorus: Cinco]
North Pole Cold
North Pole Cold
North Pole Cold
Yeah, I'm North Pole Cold
And I rep Wisco til I'm oh-so-old
The temp of my flow is 30 below
(x2)

[Verse 2: C-RIV]

Ch-check out my flow, flowing like hurricane Sandy
Believe I'ma be on top, and you gon' understand me
See, they don't get it Cinco, I'm trying to tell em, man
Nine times out of ten, I'm butter, I stay on the bread
I'm cold freezin', underdog, Willie Beamen
My team in the building, and you lames ain't competin'
Blowing em out like when LeBron left Cleveland
Thinking I'm from Kansas City, way that I be chiefin'
So what it is and what it do?
I'm too boy, boy I think I need a Theraflu
Swag on check, way ahead of the rest
Still sleeping on me, think it's time to roll out the bed
And tell your friends to tell their freiends
That I'm going Luda and coming for that number one spot
I'm on point, there's no need for the red dot
So play your position and know your role
And on this beat, boy you know that I'm North Pole Cold

[Chorus: Cinco]

Motherfucker got it wrong
They have all along
I was getting slept on
Now they download the songs
You better bump it
Gets the party jumpin'
Help-helping you to get that girl to back it up and dump it
Yeah, I think I think I'm going crazy
Out my fucking mind and nobody can phase me
Do it on the daily
Rhyme and find the time between the grinds of a man who's dyin' to shine
Now watch me do it, improving exponentially
You can't even mess with me
I do this all intentionally
Rep the motherfucking Miltown until the death of me
Then God can have the rest of me
Live on because my records, see?
I want gold, platinum, and then some
Do whatever it takes, you want some, you've got some
I take shots and spit guns
And I am sent from
The land of the brew, what it do come and get some

[Chorus: Cinco]