Are You Ready

Chuck D: 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 Cee-Lo: Standing in the middle of harms way Were 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 bе the conduit to reconnect to it And wе are the ones that people expect to do it Back to business and being blacks the business and anything less than that is sacrilegious You see a rap for spitters and clap back for Niggas All the way until the MOTHERSHIP comes back to get us Cee-Lo Green: are you ready Chorus 1 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 Khujo: Niggas ain’t ready cuz they minds ain’t right They don’t walk by faith man they walk by sight They die by the knife cuz 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 dream Don’t hold your breath waiting on freedom to ring You want reparations from your slave master Everything good until you wanna by Alaska Asking bout all the gold that they stole How dare you put a price tag on my black soul Chorus 2 Are you ready, are you ready, Goodie Mob, Organized Noize are you ready Are you ready, are you ready, Goodie Mob ready T-Mo: On top of my game Deliver the same Forever the shame Is simple an 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 The pistol it pop The enemy drops He crooked like cops Fraternity click These people to 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 to 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 poise 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 curt From second to first! Chorus 3 Are you ready, are you ready, are you ready, are you ready, are you ready Goodie Mob, Organized Noize ready Come on Big Gipp: Wake Up Every Morning N Black Face Sipping Outta White Cup Looking at the Rat Race Black Hands With No Hands It’s a Chess Game Cowboyz & Rabbi’s Its Flex Game Hidden Sex Games Money Bet Games Let Mutant Flip Tha Script on this Game 100 Round Dixks 40 Exstendo Clips Ain't No Quarters N the Street The Folks Making Hallo’s Gipp got a Fever Make the Feds wanna Follow Been Backball Since Blackball Ya Baby Daddy & Ya Baby Mommy Get Horse Dicked I Can Tell By Ya Eyes Ur Azz Counterfeit We N Tha Land Of Tha Have & Have Have Nots Blood Drops and Secret Spots Mexican Pipe Line Pine Trees The Sky Turn Pink At Night Time Chorus 4 Are you ready, Goodie Mob, Organized Noize ready Chuck D, Public Enemy Ready Close the curtains lights out roll the credits