yo, what tha fuck....
ai'yo... what tha fuck....
check it, BLUNT!
reppin' tha 416, check it, check it...

HOLLA!! yo, up here in tha northern hemisphere is where I be inhabitin'.//
feather gear and a wool hat ta match an' den split and scrak a century sam.//
spin dat up, blaze an' den we red, able ta rep my home metro.//
to-ron-to, flow's hot yo, but we cold tho.//
so don't go froze are heights and rank in tha game rose.//
surprise tha industry again when we gain position and over take the rest of dem.//
wrestlin' with vets from tha west and pure brix gangstas to tha east.//
but never tha less we still test these MC's and flex these L-P'z.//
droppin' bombs like an american f14z wihtout warning we're swarmin' with more persuasion than killa beez.//
with a killa steez, an' ya know we got tha killa weed.//

when ya comin' from tha 416 ya know ya floatin' bricks.//
totin' gats like a mac or a tekk, smokin' barrels.//
smokin' cannons filled to tha brim with shiz.//
no cares yo, pull one off if ya stare foe-shit.//

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