Are You Ready - Rapper Big Pooh, Torae

Are you ready?

I wanna know is everybody ready?

(YEAH!!)

Alright, here we go!

Hey yo, Pooh, nigga

You already know what it is, dunn

Word up (Yeah!!)

Fuck around and turn my hat backwards or something, nahmean?

Workin my Chapstick, nigga

Uh, here we go again, back to that goin in'

Pen the repeat offender, you rap niggas know what it IS!

Or what it was, no buzz

It’s a million motherfuckers working just like us

But they don’t spit it like us, makin shit like us

Lot of copycat rappers couldn’t get it like us

And we don’t speak like y’all, we ain’t weak like y’all

Take them training wheels off and you bound to fall

We down by law, y’all CB4

But they don’t see these bars, lot of weaklings, god

Whenever we record, niggas see we raw

They know T-T raw, anything he score

Like MJ in the fall, this shit bang in the Porsche

My shit, bang on the porch, the more awesome record

In this side of the board, this is how I destroy

You a coward to +Crooked I+ and any +House+ I’ma +Slaughter+

«Y'all don’t want no war with us» — Nas

«Y'all niggas better stop» — Big L

«Stop fronting» «The wait is over» «We on the rise»

«We keeps it real inside the battlefield» — Kool G. Rap

«Y'all don’t want no war with us» — Nas

«Y'all niggas better stop frontin» — Big L

«The wait is over» «We on the rise»

«Ain't no shame in my game, we do our thing son» — Kool G. Rap

We back, here we go again, back to the show again

Niggas get ya levee tight, Coney Island flowin in

VA to Cak-a-lak, prize in the Cracker Jack

+He-Man+ no Battle-Cat, dawg where the battles at?

Niggas just chitty-chat, waitin for a piggy back

Internet, blogger type, soft as a kitty cat

Bluffin like it’s pitty-pat, cards in the deck

We the gods of the internet, the stars of cassette

Don’t get scarred off your threats

Naw, back to bih’ness, homie

You see the bih’ness, homie?

This is God-given

Self-driven, riveting pictures I paint

How you livin?

Witnessing something you ain’t

No cubicle, shine more suitable

Rhyme more reputable, losers be delusional

The suspect’s usual, egos get bruise and know

Careers get a funeral, leave 'em looking stupid so.

Are you ready?