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