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The Painter Tony - In My Warm Ups Lyrics



The Painter Tony - In My Warm Ups Lyrics




Bodies on mats yea yea yea
Rappers bodies on mats
I'm in a dodge dodging
All the enemies fiery darts sheesh
Whole up I'm just getting started
This how we starting
Feel a li fire feel a li fire feel a li fire
I'm in the dodge uh dodging
The enemies fiery darts
If I played for the dodgers
I'd negan bat these rappers clean out the park yea
This troop bearing good fruit
It got a tough bark
While y'all favorite trees
Bad bear fruit and talk with just bark achoo
Real fire flowing out of the booth
Suffocating y'all false sparks
A few true lines got em all froze
They looking stiff like starch
I'm March born it's only right
A soldier drill and March
I'm straight forward with the sword
And y'all daggers looking too arched
Send a brook to y'all door
Y'all looking too parched
Show y'all grave yards
Boys wanna stage and play here's a blade
I'm fading and giving parts
Watch the brush paint them out the picture
And title it body art
I body art
They need some milk
They need some milk
Nigha here's a quart
If they try to live them gang gang
Bang bang lines on me
They'll end up on milk carts
Aye coroner place their dead hands
Over their dead hearts
You would think this Idlewild
They been out a while
These nighas idol wild

Hold on I know cause people slow nowadays
So you got Idlewild the movie
Then you got idols like fallen idol wild achoo
And then you got and idle wild
Cause I been sleeping so much on mics
They been out a while out oh wow

Let the sculpting knife slide nicely
Into their mental's ouch
What do you know
Brainless rappers nothing came out
I tapped one on his head
Aye ima true artist
I don't need clout wake up
If I wanted clout ida signed to jay
If I wanted clout ida signed to dot
These words and paintings
To out of the box
I'm over your top like basquiat
Shave off your locs
And use it as a mop
Then mop your whole crew out
And watch your drunk mammy cry
Melted my baby got got say guh
He shoulda known better than
Running his mouth
And pretending to be about things
That he know he not bout
These rhymes put my opponents
Heads inside of their mouths
Look at their throats their choking out
They spoke to soon
And got spoke out
They wrote their tombs
I pulled up and played a harp
It stringed their futures out
I know who living and I know who dying
And it ain't nothing that they can do about it
They all getting exposed like hooters out
They all getting shots like rugers out
This the pros nighas
I kicked the jv out kick the jc out
What's cole nigha put the ac out
Pick a tool up
Ima trace him out
I'm up AD HD the shot
Hand keep fire
I'll melt a glock
Got the key like glock
Waste one like sake
Lean one like wock wok
Yea r.o.c to weak boys
I serve the real ROCK
And giants been looking a lot
Like ants a lot
This how you stump them out
And I don't care who you know
Or click up with
Fire'll leave em hot
If tools arise I'm breaking hammers
Make feminine gangsters turn to dancers
Bring the real out I'm changing manners
The sword'll tame y'all anger
The wrath'll scare y'all bangers
Go Tony Stark with y'all life
I'll just snap my fingers
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Bodies on mats yea yea yea
Rappers bodies on mats
I'm in a dodge dodging
All the enemies fiery darts sheesh
Whole up I'm just getting started
This how we starting
Feel a li fire feel a li fire feel a li fire
I'm in the dodge uh dodging
The enemies fiery darts
If I played for the dodgers
I'd negan bat these rappers clean out the park yea
This troop bearing good fruit
It got a tough bark
While y'all favorite trees
Bad bear fruit and talk with just bark achoo
Real fire flowing out of the booth
Suffocating y'all false sparks
A few true lines got em all froze
They looking stiff like starch
I'm March born it's only right
A soldier drill and March
I'm straight forward with the sword
And y'all daggers looking too arched
Send a brook to y'all door
Y'all looking too parched
Show y'all grave yards
Boys wanna stage and play here's a blade
I'm fading and giving parts
Watch the brush paint them out the picture
And title it body art
I body art
They need some milk
They need some milk
Nigha here's a quart
If they try to live them gang gang
Bang bang lines on me
They'll end up on milk carts
Aye coroner place their dead hands
Over their dead hearts
You would think this Idlewild
They been out a while
These nighas idol wild

Hold on I know cause people slow nowadays
So you got Idlewild the movie
Then you got idols like fallen idol wild achoo
And then you got and idle wild
Cause I been sleeping so much on mics
They been out a while out oh wow

Let the sculpting knife slide nicely
Into their mental's ouch
What do you know
Brainless rappers nothing came out
I tapped one on his head
Aye ima true artist
I don't need clout wake up
If I wanted clout ida signed to jay
If I wanted clout ida signed to dot
These words and paintings
To out of the box
I'm over your top like basquiat
Shave off your locs
And use it as a mop
Then mop your whole crew out
And watch your drunk mammy cry
Melted my baby got got say guh
He shoulda known better than
Running his mouth
And pretending to be about things
That he know he not bout
These rhymes put my opponents
Heads inside of their mouths
Look at their throats their choking out
They spoke to soon
And got spoke out
They wrote their tombs
I pulled up and played a harp
It stringed their futures out
I know who living and I know who dying
And it ain't nothing that they can do about it
They all getting exposed like hooters out
They all getting shots like rugers out
This the pros nighas
I kicked the jv out kick the jc out
What's cole nigha put the ac out
Pick a tool up
Ima trace him out
I'm up AD HD the shot
Hand keep fire
I'll melt a glock
Got the key like glock
Waste one like sake
Lean one like wock wok
Yea r.o.c to weak boys
I serve the real ROCK
And giants been looking a lot
Like ants a lot
This how you stump them out
And I don't care who you know
Or click up with
Fire'll leave em hot
If tools arise I'm breaking hammers
Make feminine gangsters turn to dancers
Bring the real out I'm changing manners
The sword'll tame y'all anger
The wrath'll scare y'all bangers
Go Tony Stark with y'all life
I'll just snap my fingers
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Writer: Tony Richard
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Performed By: The Painter Tony
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: Tony Richard

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