Warm-Ups

[Verse 1]
It's the black bearded, black man
With a black mask
And a red, green, and black flag as some kids whack bat
A lot who eyeballs, who not hard, you need to back that
We dodgin' cop cars, they not scars, need to run the track fast
Ayy, just now

[Verse 2]
Yeah, that's my DJ on the one and two's
Keepin' it cool, spreadin' it through the souls mental, monumental it grooves
My whole crew's damaging fools, elaborate moves
Your style's doo-doo, I see through you and your cabinet too

[Bridge]
Eliminating wackness is my practice
Nah, I don't give a fuck, gang's trippin' on MC's cliche

[Outro]
We the coldest in your area, sick as malaria...