Dress Warm

It's time to dress warm, it's cold outside I got something to keep your head warm

The kick back strong as an oxen, might leave you dead arm

Stay ready for whatever, ain't nothing for me to set off

Grab your winter coats, the spirit come to lift up your spirit, now feel the holy ghost

The phantom had to dust off the cannon do damage, holy smokes

Still never playing victim or falling prey to the okey-doke

You must be tweaking bredda, it's hunting season

Do it for the tribe to survive, so no matter what we eating

Still scheming, long as I'm breathing, the cheeba still chiefing

Still seeking, difference between us, I really got a reason

Every bet I place, I keep raising the stakes