Warm Up

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 shit, you know that

So watch your fucking tone, Jack

Before I run up in your crib rocking a Casey Jones mask

Toss your fucking 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 shit 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 fuckin' 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

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

You know that I'm a, boss bitch, and the booth is like my office

Competition sweating like I got 'em doing Crossfit

Drop shit since '09 and still I haven't lost it

Stepping to me's about as safe as swimming laps with Jaws, bitch

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 fuckin' shoulders and walk it off into traffic

It's mandatory that I wear a fucking strait-jacket

My dark passenger is riding with me into madness

A mother fucker, yeah I do it like your dad, bitch

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

Shit I started from Connecticut and now we here, what?

Been on it for a minute and never gonna stop

And I'ma keep my sound dope whether you're getting it or not

Fuck selling out, I'm still getting high on the same blocks

Shit, 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 fuck

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 cause we going too fast

All I can promise you is the best in the burbs is back

The best in the burbs is back

The best in the burbs is back

You got my word on that

The best in the burbs is back

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

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