Are You Ready
Calling, calling the ATL south and the whole entire world
Get up, get into it involved
Looks like a job for the Goodie Mob, lets work
Standing in the middle of harms way
Where all of the guns play
No father home, affects the Feng Shui
The pastor prays for Harambe
Before every urbanite is underneath the ash like Pompeii
Look what they've done to us far beyond music
Jesus could've been John Lewis but I can't prove it
But I could be the conduit to reconnect you to it
And we are the ones that people expect to do it
Back to business, and being black's the business
And anything other than that is sacrilegious
You see I rap for spitters and clap back for niggas
'Til the moment that the mothership comes back to get us
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Come on
Niggas ain't ready 'cause they minds ain't right
They don't walk by faith man they walk by sight
They die by the knife 'cause they live by the sword
They don't give a damn about filling up the morgue
Ready for whatever program for destruction
Hard head, stiff neck, won't learn instruction
Can't be a king with your pants on the ground
Can't be a queen trapping ass round town
You looking for love in all the wrong places
Thirteen colonies founded by Masons
Chasing nightmares disguised as wet dreams
Don't hold your breath waiting on freedom to ring
You want reparations from your slave master
Everything good until you want to buy Alaska
Asking 'bout all the gold that they stole
How dare you put a price tag on my black soul
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Goodie Mob, Organized Noize, are you ready
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Goodie Mob, Goodie Mob ready
On top of the game, deliver the same
Forever the shame is simple and plain
Like Mary to Jane, avoiding the pain
Like yin to yang, and Jordan to Hanes
She giving me brains and teaching me claim
The victory aim
The pistol it pop, the enemy drops
He crooked like cops
Fraternity click, these people too slick
A daddy like Trick
I hustle don't quit
The intricate shit
My brothers are rich
We give and we get
Better with time
Never too kind
Keeping the shine
Fist in the air, ain't giving a care
My people are dying
And mamas are crying
Standing in line
My youngins are trying
Going to work pushing the pine
Focused and poised
Bringing the noise
Calling my boys
Never avoid
I'm training like Floyd
My ethic to work
Your gonna get hurt
Got blood on my shirt
A captain like Kurt
From second to first
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Goodie Mob, Organized Noize ready
Come on
Wake up every morning in black face
Sipping outta white cup
Looking at rat race
Black hands with no hands
It's a chess game
Cowboys and rabbi's
Its a flesh game, hidden sex games
Money bet games
Let the mutant flip tha script on this game
One hundred round dicks
Forty extended clips
And the quarters in the street
The folks making hollows
Gipp got a fever
Make the feds wanna follow
Been blackball since blackball
Ya baby daddy and ya baby mommy
Get horse dicked
I can tell by ya eyes
You're counterfeit
We in tha land of tha have and the have nots
Blood drops and secret spots
The Mexican pipe line
Pine trees
The skyline turn pink at night time
Are you ready? Goodie Mob, Organized Noize ready
Chuck D, Public Enemy ready
Close the curtain, lights out, roll the credits, come on
