The Warm Up Songtext
von Mega Trife

Uh huh, uh
Y′all ready? Yo

Ayo, the name Trife's already synonymous with hip-hop
You think not? Well it′s bound to be after this shit drop
I spit toxic hot shit, fly like a cockpit
And break the sound barrier Mach 6, so watch this
We park whips on the wrong side of hot strips
Hop out, tell all pedestrians to cop discs
And spark spliffs then we dip before the cops blitz
Yeah, fall back brother, I got this
The block isn't any different than the day before
Save a whore, neighbor poor, just so they could wage a war
Go to prison, it's a wrap for you in the labor force
So you start breaking down the flav, of course
The cost is high, similar to stakes
Plug One tried to warn us in the age of the tapes
And here we are, same shit, just a different jar
You ain′t better ′cause you balling, you just got a better car


I'm feeling so good, it′s so gorgeous right now
I'm saying if you riding, ride around with the windows down
No AC, aight? Just go with it

Uh, beast mode but not the running back
Cunning raps I run a hundred laps over this stunning track
Then run it back like the courier to Florida to DC
In the S car like Steve Spurrier
Another win for the Trifest I might just
Stop trying to make it in rap, get on with life
Shit it′s nice outside, you in the whip, I'm in the studio
I′m ready for the sun like out a matinee movie, yo
Truth be told, I never gave a shit if I ain't never made a hit
And all the haters get a dick it's just a token of my gratitude
And I ain′t mad at you but damn a better
Latitude′ll bring a better attitude
Paying all my dues and then I'm going on hiatus
With my people out to Vegas, Instagram for my status
If this rap shit′s a wrap, kid, don't ask me for jack shit
Hopping on a plane and maybe never coming back, bitch


So that′s how that one go
You already know
M. TRIFE
Gold ain't found above ground
Shout out to ENG

Stat quo, rap pro, the gat blow
But it′s not Trife, it's assholes, that lack soul
Traveling back roads and inner city limits
It's a given that I′m in it if it′s doper than a clinic
I'm opening a business for the hopeless and the timid
And I still don′t give a shit about the jokers and the critics
Analytics and the gimmicks, I'm just here to sell tickets
You don′t like it, you can stick it, here's a rock, go and kick it
Picking up a chicken for the fucking and the licking
I just tell her what she wanna hear like I′m a politician
It's just simple mathematics, imagine if it was magic
But I'll manage to eradicate wackness all over the planet
My plan is to attack and I never lack the aggression
Necessary for survival, that′s why I slap the oppression
If you got a problem, I don′t even got plans to address it
I'm the answer to this shit, why the fuck you asking a question?

Aight, I′m through warming up, man
I'm feeling incredible right now, I′m in the best shape
So on that note, let's get right into the next one