In My Warm Ups Lyrics

Bodies on mats yea yea yea

Rappers bodies on mats

I'm in a dodge dodging

All the enemies fiery darts sheesh

Whole up I'm just getting started

This how we starting

Feel a li fire feel a li fire feel a li fire

I'm in the dodge uh dodging

The enemies fiery darts

If I played for the dodgers

I'd negan bat these rappers clean out the park yea

This troop bearing good fruit

It got a tough bark

While y'all favorite trees

Bad bear fruit and talk with just bark achoo

Real fire flowing out of the booth

Suffocating y'all false sparks

A few true lines got em all froze

They looking stiff like starch

I'm March born it's only right

A soldier drill and March

I'm straight forward with the sword

And y'all daggers looking too arched

Send a brook to y'all door

Y'all looking too parched

Show y'all grave yards

Boys wanna stage and play here's a blade

I'm fading and giving parts

Watch the brush paint them out the picture

And title it body art

I body art

They need some milk

They need some milk

Nigha here's a quart

If they try to live them gang gang

Bang bang lines on me

They'll end up on milk carts

Aye coroner place their dead hands

Over their dead hearts

You would think this Idlewild

They been out a while

These nighas idol wild

Hold on I know cause people slow nowadays

So you got Idlewild the movie

Then you got idols like fallen idol wild achoo

And then you got and idle wild

Cause I been sleeping them so much on mics

They been out a while out oh wow

Let the sculpting knife slide nicely

Into their mental's ouch

What do you know

Brainless rappers nothing came out

I tapped one on his head

Aye ima true artist

I don't need clout wake up

If I wanted clout ida signed to jay

If I wanted clout ida signed to dot

These words and paintings

To out of the box

I'm over your top like basquiat

Shave off your locs

And use it as a mop

Then mop your whole crew out

And watch your drunk mammy cry

Melted my baby got got say guh

He shoulda known better than

Running his mouth

And pretending to be about things

That he know he not bout

These rhymes put my opponents

Heads inside of their mouths

Look at their throats their choking out

They spoke to soon

And got spoke out

They wrote their tombs

I pulled up and played a harp

It stringed their futures out

I know who living and I know who dying

And it ain't nothing that they can do about it

They all getting exposed like hooters out

They all getting shots like rugers out

This the pros nighas

I kicked the jv out kick the jc out

What's cole nigha put the ac out

Pick a tool up

Ima trace him out

I'm up AD HD the shot

Hand keep fire

I'll melt a glock

Got the key like glock

Waste one like sake

Lean one like wock wok

Yea r.o.c to weak boys

I serve the real ROCK

And giants been looking a lot

Like ants a lot

This how you stump them out

And I don't care who you know

Or click up with

Fire'll leave em hot

If tools arise I'm breaking hammers

Make feminine gangsters turn to dancers

Bring the real out I'm changing manners

The sword'll tame y'all anger

The wrath'll scare y'all bangers

Go Tony Stark with y'all life

I'll just snap my fingers