[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