Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Cause that’s what I was born to do
Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Cause that’s what I was born to do(2x)

Some of these homies try to rhyme, but you can’t touch this
I’m kicking the type of flow that makes you say "You’re to much Kris"
So feel the fire, of the one they call the Mac Dad
The fine brother packing, and what I’m packing’s real bad
If I could grab a hold of your soul, and never let go
Do the Jump, do the Hump and say "Ho"
Now that’s the state of mind I’m in, uh,
With rhyme after rhyme I win
The Mac (The Mac) never breaking them off
Some of them laying in a pad of Funk, keeping your speakers bumpin
The migitty miggity Mac came to get a wall
And my pants to the back that’s my everyday uniform
You little crew puff Mac Daddy wannabe
Keep dreaming cause a Mac you will never be
So all ya’ll with the Dr. Suess rentals
You can get the finger…the middle

Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Cause that’s what I was born to do
Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Cause that’s what I was born to do(2x)

(Hey yo Kris, kick it)

I caught you at the store (the store)
Peepin at my ride cause it’s dope (it’s dope)
And for you there’s no hope,
My name (is what?) Daddy Mac baby
Totally Crossed Out catching all the ladies
The H-I-P, I should be playing wit toys
Instead I put my head into making you make noise
That’s how I keep it, that’s my everyday life, and
I rehearse to keep it sharp as a knife man
I’m the grown brother who sucks to be messed with
Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start recking it
They call me the D-A Double D-Y M-A-C***
There ain’t another brother bad as me
When (I let go), sumthing from the (ghetto), word
Little brother kicking rhymes like you never ever heard
Daddy of them all, shooting to kill, like a gun,
Showing suckers how it’s done

Chorus
Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Cause that’s what I was born to do
Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Casuse that’s what I was born to do(2x)

Yea, now ya’ll know whats up
And the Mac’s all that
Yea, and we’re going to kick one more verse for ya’ll

Some of these homies try to rhyme, but you can’t touch this
I’m kicking the type of flow that makes you say "You’re to much Kris"
So feel the fire, of the one they call the Mac Dad
The fine brother packing, and what I’m packing’s real bad
If I could grab a hold of your soul, and never let go
Do the Jump, do the Hump and say "Ho"
Now that’s the state of mind I’m in, huh,
With rhyme after rhyme I win
I’m the grown brother who something to be messed with
Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start recking it
They call me the D-A-W-G  M-I-C,
There ain’t another brother bad as me
When (I let go) something from the (ghetto) word
Little brother kicking rhymes like you never ever heard
Daddy of them all, shooting to kill, with the gun,
Kris Kross show them how it’s done

Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Cause that’s what I was born to do
Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
’Cause that’s what I was born to do (3x)

Warm it up Kris…

Artist: Kriss Kross
Album: Warm It Up
Release Date: 1992
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