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warm up (remix) - poizon lyrics

(verse)
they tell me to switch it up, they tell me that i shouldn’t rap fast
they tell me the music sucks, they telling me that i can’t fricken rap
they tell me to give it up, they telling me that i can’t make a bag
they tell me i’m trash, they tell me i’m bad, well no wonder i’m trash, i’ve been in my bag for a while now
it’s getting wild now
ripping up bars until the steel’s in a pile now
everybody wants to know how i did it
everybody wants to see how i get it, enough of this rhyme scheme that i always use
you go against my team you get abused
cuz when we are writing, we never lose, i’ve had enough of you haters you just taking ls while we just take ws
we never done with you, never had enough of you, oh i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to trouble you
i just keep running through, flows like i’m flash, take a photo of me vs you, try to hate on me but it’s throwing shade at yourself
you should’ve known we would have destroyed you before you started running your mouth
but it’s also kind of funny how when we deployed, you stopped running your mouth, and started running around
okay, i admit it, i’ve had enough of this clown
when i’m on the mic, noone can deny, the chemistry between us, i should buy a ring, kneel down on my knees, marrying this thing, it’s a win for me, we both k!ll the beat, sorry ollivia but my priorities are straight and you couldn’t change that if you wanted to (if you wanted to)
i’m in my prime
i went from speaking nonsense that can rhyme to k!lling when i don’t try
prysm said it best, i don’t put in effort
but still effortlessly get what i want when i want it, when i’m on it
i’m sicker than bubonic
and i slam like onyx
i rock this with a glock in my pocket, ’cause the flows sweet and cold like nick’s
beats hotter than cactus
like a fish in the sea, i’m making bubbles and they keep poppin’, i’m not stoppin’ til i making a milli a year, more than congress, i’m locking in, locking on, aiming was my bygone, this is war, sorry gawne, i had to make it clear i’m never gonna stop
this ain’t no game, no this is a tournament
on the mic, i’m so insubordinate
rapping, i don’t need no coordinates
you’re downfall, unfortunate
crafting a home and torching it
i’m born for this, i’m h**rding it
an optimist, scientist
with what i spit so scientific
and consistent drops, staying prolific
you and me, it’ll turn horrific
i’m staying real, i’m not into fiction
but on the mic, i got a fixation
i stay chasing, i’m placing
first place and
i’m staying
in the game, yeah
[outro]
they used to say my rhymes are trash and it sucks but now that i’m making cash they starting to warm up
they never came to the realization that this is only ten percent and i’m only starting to warm up
they think that the track so hot well i don’t think they realize it is just warming up

- poizon lyrics

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