The Warm Up

Verse 1

This is the warm up, i'm sensing bad hands on fold up, i'm on the come up just see me sharpen my sword
About to stir the war up, these paragraphs i load up, all i do is raise my score up like i'm on the fuckin
Forbes
Authentic grind never put me next to a gimmick, and all these scars turn a man into a motherfucker cynic
The realest one no i need to mimic, i say it loud and gotta paint it vivid, i chose to put this music over all
Fuck being polite, i'm on my baddest behavior, gotta take the only way up no time for failure
I'm a slayer, just murkin beats i sew like a tailor, but i'm not asian where's goodfellas and palm trees i'm fuckin from
I ain't braggin about nothing, i let my actions speak louder
They busy bout to fill their noses with that white powder
I say respect is not a consequence that comes with power
They tell you running then cut your legs you throw in the towel
Just picture gas still feed the flames till they get higher
I put that state of mind on my shit and keep that grip tighter
When i feel it slippin just from my hand, no turning back
The choices took stay the same, bet i'll die for that
Uh, and i won't stop till i feel the pain all fuckin drained, prolly i'll before be fuckin gone
And here we go, here's something to aim , many tries in vain, making sure to be brighter for the next dawn, you know

Hook (x4)

Cause man it's a mission, tryna fight to the finish
Just to see if i'm finished

Verse 2

I'm bout to change up, motheruckers i lay up from nothing to somethin all these detailed blueprints i drawn in my mind
I set my way up, this verbal ak i spray up, can't bite my tongue, just speaking from madness of soul you'll never blind
Troubles, bitches and dope, you can get involved in where i'm from, kinda shit don't let you take off so i'mma be the words for who's unspoken, writing up these poems, then lay em down making shure that i'll never die
Just bending the corner with my homies, see them bent up, but me i'm never really losin focus, unless i got that cognac, fuck being sober, and my spirit that i let to the dark shit just purify
My vision straight, we all about to catch the opportunities before they fade
I'm tryin to make my way like wade, and bout to boost the muder rate
I eat mcs like jeffrey dahmer cause i got to put on weight
I say every man for itself in this land we be fighting
It's triple threat we still mobbing
I reach the darkest places in my mind to penetrate your soul
This music works like a drug to elevate y'all
Uh, and i won't stop till i feel the pain all fuckin drained, prolly i'll before be fuckin gone
And here we go, here's something to aim , many tries in vain, making sure to be brighter for the next dawn, you know

Hook (x4)

Cause man it's a mission, tryna fight to the finish
Just to see if i'm finished