"Up Nort Cold"

prod. J Patterns mix. Beef x @MatrixAudio lyrics. "Up nort cold, buried in snow Below zero, cutthroat I know when and when not to go but I’m vocal Even if I keep it low, I’m wholesome I wasn’t made from a mold, I can’t be sold But even in code, I own my soul They tried to hit me in the O’s and 10’s again But they’re all old, I just keep growing Keep the PH comfortable, I need water and sunlight And my buds are all natural, no GMO’s Try and stop us and you might get stole This is bigger than green and gold This is a gang we don’t know, double blindfold We’re living in a dome, paying tolls, hoping we don’t get told Thinking, you look to pretty, you might get chose Self-medicated and they hate it, we drink and we smoke They want homogenous clones directed by cell phones, clicks and posts Get you a pole, hide in a hole And they’ll get you a scope to watch front row All for the sake of control and maintaining zones I’m a rogue, I’m off the map, I’m a ghost When I first got back, they tried to see me broke Every last woman and bro I’m still wearing that Columbia coat I was prophesied to make it at 27 like Eminem but I spent the year in a moat They’re still moping, held in line by a whore or a door hinge I’m striking proses in a warzone So huddle around the stove, I’ll heat ya home, wood, brick, and stone Down to ya bones, feel the tone in the flow give your synapse a jolt I’m the king without a throne, surviving the tomes, I keep it composed Be safe, keep working I just got back from a tour to New Jersey It was so quiet on the coast it felt like up nort"