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orenda - the warm-up lap lyrics

[verse one: orenda]
i start off with a cough cough
room so silent my temperament will become violent
it seems i’m only deadly in my dreams so i nod off
lemme close my eyes for the night be silent
counting black sheeps as the car beeps
car ahead sweeps around full of creeps
on a road-trip asleep with a bag of chips
i care when my sirens blare with green blips
on my radar they are
they’re still pretty far from the car
in my firefight there ain’t no sunlight
bullets turn to caps as i plight the black knight
allies afraid of height shooting on a building
get to rebuilding the cannon with gilding
big bertha up on the big rig
powerful enough to snap a pig like a twig
i think the flash is more than a one blink
than its gone, kill the don and have a drink
each line got rhymes times that for days
i don’t know how bae weights my blaze
but her gaze can put gays into a daze
put her in a maze to look for a ring from kays
while i eat lays as boss dog pays
i wear a gshock that match my glock
that combo run the block induce fear and shock
call it the glock rock, use em to run the dock
loose lips sink ships and makes me loose chips
i’ll serve you like a waiter with hefty tips
m-a-double s-h-o-l-e is what i can be
‘renda is also known as tyson lee
now let lee be see, he like mike jack no tee hee
tear jerking with the glock not working
g shock illuminate my face as i get to lurking

[verse 2: orenda]
i look like diablo in the bush
shush as the deal goes on, c-ke n kush
i’m the -ss-ssin taking out the raking
dealer who be taking and faking
his buyers out of mula
bullet to the medulla
imma change rap, it stuck to me like sap
fuel come straight from the tap
chauffer to the top
soon as i hear a cop
stop right outside my throne, i’m at the top
ain’t gonna get pulled over yet
back up man, drip sweat yes it’s a threat
big cliques got mega licks
do tricks like harlem, ny like nicks
married to the money honey
ain’t that kinda funny
i get a dime a rhyme, gotta be tight not runny
i’m a baller in valhalla
e-double m- a ain’t afraid to call her
and spend a dime, quarter, or a dollar
love nyc, ac, even down to orl
or as the faa like, mco
b-o-s mindset but i live in h-ll
can you tell come to h-ll and ring the bell
i’ll show how the h-ll game go
and how hga flow

- orenda lyrics

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