Left Brain - Warmup lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike G] When I'm finished, they'll never take another breath again Wolf Gang representing running with the best of 'em Living to reach excellence Gold medals when you win, watch as I repeat event I make haters go on trips when they wouldn't come back again That's why I'm showing off my moves like I'm backpedalling Your half-step I'm better, just check my track record Call me deadly like the seven sins I'm the star player, put my number on my letterman Now I run the new school, there's no rules But what I say, you should do And if not, then f** you Only thing that can tell me Is if I remain this cool, I'll be hot, making sh** hot Your sh** stops, you ain't moving nothing on the block Got me feeling like I'm running from the cops Never running out of breath but I'm gunning til they drop Get more stripes than a ref's uniform, now I'm on What you saying, who's been gone? Winds blow me far from home Right back to where it's warm Quiet storm when I perform And I'm a good shot Top bomber, tell Sadam that I'm coming for his spot, dead or alive I break silence and I won't stop til the dead start to rise And heads start to turn and flesh starts to burn If you listen you will learn nothing's given, you can earn Ain't no stopping if it's profit, it's mine it's not your concern If you want it, then I got it for you if you wait your turn Follow me, you let others plea into court is adjourned Mike G 1:23, time of murder currently I can make it hard to breathe like you were leagues underseas Break rules for me, it's impossible to follow policy beyond belief City values raise when I walk the streets Pardon me, my name should be etched in stone, me alone Put my heart in it, beats the same as a metronome [Hook: Mike G] It's slow motion sprint home Don't call it a comeback, I'm just getting warm Tryna avoid the hangover in the morning Scorin, O. Trice ball like Mike Jordan Now women adore when I'm touring Not travelling now we exploring Don't call it a comeback, I'm just getting warm [Verse 2: Obie Trice] These rappers divas There's more b**h n***as than there is b**hes A million and one face lifts, n***a pull out your stitches You ain't who you say you are, Obie's an eye witness You hiding behind real n***as and a couple of ditches Ain't no more soldiers, this gay sh** took a toll on us I been waiting patient for the day this blows over but How this culture cultivate h*mo Sapien and embrace 'em, n***a that's a no-no Guess I got a phobia Bill folds, I'm rolling 'em Cla**ic in the slack of [?] for hoes and them Poking 'em Souls is Mischief Opio got more than one misses, it's written in hieroglyphics That Mike G, would ask my a**istance insisting That we murder musicians and their existence Man I got issues Parallel to listeners hell Only difference share spells through Instruments real Might as well be an instrument for you to prevail You to excel, Obie put the truth on the nail Ever since the booth with Proof and homie that's pale Had an alter ego, n***a you could call me D12 n***as all for evil when doing good for yourself Had to part with people before I own a loft in a cell Off Hennessy, everybody enemies f**ing with my energy Ain't nobody friending me, f** who you pretend to be Real, you presented me k** you being me, n***a that's the entity OT shoots you have you needing souchers Put you in a suit, be the last time they view you This ain't just a booth, n***a duty will pursue you You missing the roof when bullets you introduced to All that tough talk, you motherf**ers is used to, useless Meet me on the block, let's make it an odd future O. Trice, ruthless