Warm It Up, K.A.A.N.

We had to do it Whoa! Oh yeah, we live Back on the scene, crispy and clean Back, back, back-back on the scene, crispy and clean Back, back, back-back on the scene, crispy and clean I'm regime supreme, a solid team, I live the dream Keep it going till the day that my heart stops Flowing like we're swimming with predators in the swamp Spitting like all of my predecessors, it's hip hop Steel sharpening steel; either you build or you get swapped out I'm staying in the gym, working on my pen Again and again, I've got a habit-I habitually win The city of sin; if you're weak, then you will get trimmed The citizens, they gotta eat-it's a feast for them You need some backup; don't make me act up Checking the status of my stature Collecting these rappers like it's the rapture The lyrical matter is my DNA; call it data The main attractor, disaster, the bigger factor My flows are fatter You know we're climbing up the ladder Leave 'em with a pissy bladder, the poetic mad hatter The bastard that gets badder The rhyme schemes are tattered Left the microphone shattered And the metronome scattered Warm it up, K.A.A.N., warm it up, K.A.A.N., Warm it up, K.A.A.N., warm it up, K.A.A.N., Warm it up, K.A.A.N., warm it up, K.A.A.N., Warm it up, K.A.A.N., warm it up Back on the scene, crispy and clean Back, back, back-back on the scene, crispy and clean Back, back, back-back on the scene, crispy and clean I'm regime supreme, a solid team, I live the dream We're still out on a roll We're still rocking these shows We're still flipping these flows We're still ducking these clones We're still stacking this dough We're still staying composed 'Cause either way that it goes I think we're about to explode Taking the path these motherfuckers never traveled We shuffle the gravel Keep it moving forward, never lateral, collateral The damage I manage make With every step that I take Lyrically resuscitate If a nigga detonate Blowing the building to smithereens Obscene What you mean All of my sixteen are pristine Too clean I'm deemed as something unseen Unheard, observe, my words are too keen This a dropkick; when the drop hits, you lean This a top pick; when I talk shit, they fiend Got 'em cautious, never cross this Young king Now you're nauseous from the nonsense Not me