“Warm It UP” is a hip-hop song by Kris Kross, a duo of two young boys who took the industry by storm. The song was their consecutive single to top the Rap charts solidifying their success in the hip-hop scene. The music video is relatively simple but nothing but captivating; the background, audio, rapping, and scene blend to create an artistic masterpiece.

Fun Facts:

Kris Kross is made up of Chis “Daddy Mac” Smith and Chris “Mac Daddy” Kelly. The two met when they were in 1st grade.
The boys were discovered in a shopping mall in Atlanta by Jermaine Dupri, who also wrote and produced “Warm it UP.”
Smith and Kelly were just 12 & 13 years old when they reached a gold and platinum album.
Kris Kross enjoyed much success with their song “Jump,” which set the foundation for the release of “Warm It Up.”
“Warm It Up” earned numerous accolades in the 1900s, including debuting at # 13 on the Billboard Hot 100 and the Rap Charts.
In 1993, Kids Incorporated, a youth-based TV segment, used the song as the theme song to their intro.
The music video was directed by Rich Murray and won the Billboard award for Best Rap Video in 1992.
Chris “Mac Daddy” Kelly died in May 2013 from a drug overdose. He has been referenced by Eminem, Dr. Dre, 2 Pac and Method Man.

Lyrics

Uh!

Huh, will you listen to how smooth it is?

Hey, uh, listen to them

(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

So many times I heard you rhyme but you can’t touch this

I’m kicking the type of flow that makes you say, “You’re too much, Kris”

So feel the fire of the one they call the Mac Dad

The fire’s what I pack and what I pack is real bad

I’d like to grab ahold 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

The Mac (The Mac)

Known for breaking ’em off something

They laying in the back and front keeping your speakers pumping

The miggida-miggida-miggida Mac came to get ’em warm

And my pants to the back, that’s my everyday uniform

You little cream puff Mac Daddy wannabe

Keep dreaming ’cause a Mac you will never be

So all y’all with the Dr. Seuss riddles

You can get the finger – the middle

Ay, yo Kris, kick it

I caught you on the scope (the scope)

Peepin’ out my rhymes that’s this dope (it’s dope)

And for you there’s no hope

My name (is what?) Daddy Mac, baby

Totally Krossed Out

catching all the ladies

At the age I be, I should be playing with toys

Instead I put my head into making you make noise

That’s how I kick it, that’s my everyday life and

I rehearse to keep it sharp as a knife, man

I’m the wrong brother for suckers to be messing with

‘Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start wrecking it

They call me the D-A-double-D-Y-M-A-C

And there ain’t another brother bad as me

When I (let go) something from the (ghetto), word

A little brother kicking rhymes like you never ever heard

Daddy of them all, shooting the gift like a gun

Showing suckers how it’s done

Yeah, now you all know (what’s up?)

And the Macs are all that (yeah)

And we gonna kick one more verse for y’all