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letra de whut? (warm it up) - elvisious

[intro]
mic check, i can get smoothe to any groove
relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
round the planet, pack em in like jante
jackson, she’s askin’ if i can-
“yo, yo elvis…man what the f-ck man?
get the f-ck off that punk-smooth sh-t man
get with that rough sh-t man, you know how we do”

[verse 1]
watch me switch the flow up
hold up, show-nuff
watch me go nuts, n-gg-s bogus
yah ain’t notice, you don’t know it
i been growin’ and my ego reached capacity
ask me what it means, it means i’m mean by any means
i hit the scene, pick up the mic
and blow like dynamite
is y’all alright? i’m up all night
causin’ other rappers fright
i got the light, i got the sh-t that everybody wanna bite
ask me how i write i don’t
i switch flow, i spill my soul
now i’m lettin’ god just take control
now behold, to me the earth is mold
i’m bold, i’ll hold your favorite by the throat
and make em’ choke and croke, until his eyes had closed
where they ended up? n-body knows
they’re not original, the pistol flow, the bag ya hoe, and touch the dough rap sh-t
just doesn’t work for me, i’m reachin’ mercury, burnin’ 3rd degree
i’ll merk ya team, n-body hurtin’ me
police is never searchin’ me
i switch flow and turn the beat into a murder spree
cursed the turf and turned the best into the worst and make em worship me
yeah, and you could learn from me, jason blessed the beat now that’s a murder spree
and you could learn from me

[chorus]
warm it up, warm it up
warm it up, warm it up, warm it up
warm it up, warm it up
warm it up, warm it up, warm it up
warm it up, warm it up
warm it up, warm it up, warm it up
warm it up, warm it up
warm it up, warm it up, warm it up

[verse 2]
why all y’all comin’ out that woodwork tryna network?
i could bet my worst tracks, ain’t even your best work
warinin’ y’all now y’all should learn some self worth
cause if i get mad this would be alot worse, oh yeah
imma make the words hurt, turn
every verse into a he-rs-
knowin’ all the dirt i heard
i could put your face up on a shirt
and it would work,put in work
like a 9 to 5, but 5 times out of 5
i might just cross the line
make your girlfriend a friend of mine and she gon’ choose me everytime
and that’s word to mines
i just say what comes to mind and then i jot the line
i ain’t never seen a mountain that i couldn’t climb
barley even reached my prime, man or god? i’m too divine
officer i swear to drunk that i’m not god
don’t believe then i’ll walk the line
“okay, what i want you to do okay? you’re gunna take 9 heel-to-toe steps okay?
one, two..”
and in every rhyme that i provide
i subtract the wackest then divide
add the dopest, multiplied, and in that same scope there isnt anybody iller
that you can find, find
every track a k!ller, never filler, hit em’ with a chin-chiller
knockin out your f-cking fillers, squash the haters like some caterpillars
holding up the rap game like marble pillars
what’s for dinner? just your favorite artist, that’s so artificial
man my arts official consigned by cts initials
if that’s an issue, get the tissues
yeah i’m sure your family miss you
disappointed by the fact that their child just got k!lled by this dude
little elvis, don’t be jealous, i been h-ll sent
with comimennt to the murder of you sons of b-tches
shove my vicious vision in your business
no permission, no more bars for you
“no more bars for you, and no more bars for you
no more bars for you, and no more bars for you!”
okay i’m lying
human automatic spazzin’ caused traumatics
with these actions, so dramatic with reactions
i’m just laughin’ as it happens
i ain’t snappin’ i’m just rappin’
this is normal way too formal
i’m not cordial that’s for sure tho
every beat i dismantle, jason blessed the beat
then sent to me, and told me elvis handle
all you little b-tches so i did it
bet they’re askin’ us for part two
but no more bar for you (or you!)

- elvisious

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