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Chris Webby lyrics : "Warm Up (Freeverse)"

[Verse 1]
Yeah, time for my warm-up
Cause it's about time I got my throne back

Up out the underground like a domesticated mole rat
I'm dope but %#@!, you know that
So watch your $#&@ing tone, Jack

Before I run up in your crib rocking a Casey Jones mask
Toss your $#&@ing furniture out of the second floor glass
And ransack your Advil, Penicillin, and Prozac

Follow it with a fatty and a 40 full of Cognac
Dropping %#@! so dirty they're asking me where the soap's at
Lost without a road map, way too far to go back

So slick I don't even leave fingerprints using a phone app
Intricate when spitting it, no one knows how I wrote that
Always making hits, yo, for real you're watching a pro bat

The way I be scaring them make them wanna start carrying
A bar bearing barbarian, the bars bury them
Holding up the weight of the world in my arms carrying

Coming with the flame like Daenerys Targaryen
I'm stacking like the Lannisters and tougher than Baratheons
I'm coming out of Winterfell and $#&@in' body bagging them

Pop a couple Addies, then I zone out with a pad and pen
And scribble down my thoughts, and them I'm back up in the lab again


[Hook]
So baby if you're getting at me, I'll be getting at you
I know you don't want it

So listen up to Webby as I'm killing the beat, like they know me to do
So you better back of it


[Verse 2]
You know that I'm a, boss (*##$, and the booth is like my office
Competition sweating like I got em doing Crossfit

Drop %#@! since '09 and still I haven't lost it
Stepping to me's about as safe as swimming laps with Jaws, (*##$
Got em feeling car sick, moving at a fast clip

Crash into the median and wake up with a cracked hip
Forty feet in front of my Chevy covered in glass chips
Brush my $#&@in' shoulders and walk it off into traffic

It's mandatory that I wear a $#&@ing strait-jacket
My dark passenger is riding with me into madness
A mother $#&@er, yeah I do it like your dad, (*##$

Well connected, pulling more strings than Lenny Kravitz
Boxes full of mixtapes next to the subs
And I gave it out for free so everyone knew who I was

Began my journey locally and built myself a buzz
%#@! I started from Connecticut and now we here, what?
Been on it for a minute and never gonna stop

And I'mma keep my sound dope whether you're getting it or not
$#&@ selling out, I'm still getting high on the same blocks
%#@!, I'm the reason that the suburbs got a Neighborhood Watch

I'll be climbing in your windows and I'm snatching all your people up
Intruding on the beds of any lady that's a decent $#&@
Dolly Parton tits, with a slim waist and a Trina butt

Who doesn't mind cooking and gets down with all the freaky stuff
Bust a nut and then it's right back to rappin'
Cause it's homegrown music, we about to get it crackin'

Tasmanian Devil with a bottle full of Absinthe
Doing things that these other rappers can't even imagine
EP on the way and then an album after that

Making sure your iTunes is supplied with some new tracks
With no time to react because we going to fast
All I can promise you is the best in the burbs is back


[Hook x2]

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