Chris Webby - Warm Up Lyrics
[Verse 1]Yeah, time for my warm-upCause it's about time I got my throne backUp out the underground like a domesticated mole ratI'm dope but shit, you know thatSo watch your *****ing tone, JackBefore I run up in your crib rocking a Casey Jones maskToss your *****ing furniture out of the second floor glassAnd ransack your Advil, Penicillin, and ProzacFollow it with a fatty and a 40 full of CognacDropping shit so dirty they're asking me where the soap's atLost without a road map, way too far to go backSo slick I don't even leave fingerprints using a phone appIntricate when spitting it, no one knows how I wrote thatAlways making hits, yo, for real you're watching a pro batThe way I be scaring them make them wanna start carryingA bar bearing barbarian, the bars bury themHolding up the weight of the world in my arms carryingComing with the flame like Daenerys TargaryenI'm stacking like the Lannisters and tougher than BaratheonsI'm coming out of Winterfell and *****in' body bagging themPop a couple Addies, then I zone out with a pad and penAnd 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 youI know you don't want itSo listen up to Webby as I'm killing the beat, like they know me to doSo you better back of it[Verse 2]You know that I'm a, boss *****, and the booth is like my officeCompetition sweating like I got 'em doing CrossfitDrop shit since '09 and still I haven't lost itStepping to me's about as safe as swimming laps with Jaws, *****Got 'em feeling car sick, moving at a fast clipCrash into the median and wake up with a cracked hipForty feet in front of my Chevy covered in glass chipsBrush my *****in' shoulders and walk it off into trafficIt's mandatory that I wear a *****ing strait-jacketMy dark passenger is riding with me into madnessA mother *****er, yeah I do it like your dad, *****Well connected, pulling more strings than Lenny KravitzBoxes full of mixtapes next to the subsAnd I gave it out for free so everyone knew who I wasBegan my journey locally and built myself a buzzShit I started from Connecticut and now we here, what?Been on it for a minute and never gonna stopAnd I'ma keep my sound dope whether you're getting it or not***** selling out, I'm still getting high on the same blocksShit, I'm the reason that the suburbs got a Neighborhood WatchI'll be climbing in your windows and I'm snatching all your people upIntruding on the beds of any lady that's a decent *****Dolly Parton tits, with a slim waist and a Trina buttWho doesn't mind cooking and gets down with all the freaky stuffBust 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 AbsintheDoing things that these other rappers can't even imagineEP on the way and then an album after thatMaking sure your iTunes is supplied with some new tracksWith no time to react cause we going too fastAll I can promise you is the best in the burbs is backThe best in the burbs is backThe best in the burbs is backYou got my word on thatThe best in the burbs is back[Hook (x2)]So baby if you're getting at me, I'll be getting at youI know you don't want itSo listen up to Webby as I'm killing the beat, like they know me to doSo you better back of it
