Not Ready

They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
(I know they not ready for this)
They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
(I know they not ready for this)
They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
(I know they not ready for this)
They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
(I know they not ready for this)
They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
(I know they not ready for this)

Yeah, a style like mine is really so rare
And I got them thinking I done popped up outta nowhere
Should a checked your blind spot
I'll wave as I pass by, guaranteed to win
You ain't even gotta ask why
Fresher than the last guy, puzzled like conundrum
Who the fuck is this dude? Where the fuck he'd come from?
He ain't even got a mixtape, I tried peeping it

Swear he on World Star, every other week and shit
Man, he must be paying them
Couple people saying he faking that they debating him
Fuck it, I'm way in it(?), say his name way too much
Plus besides the clothes people wearing he ain't saying much
That beat flow on the Twista joint was hot though
You'd be lying trying to act like he ain't got flow
Joey Bad said, "Man, he nice off the top"

But all I'm trying to ask, "Can he write shit or not?"
You, I'm just saying, man, c'mon
You seen his SoundCloud?
This dude has one song – Proof
He got more to prove, if you ask me
He ain't posted shit on YouTube since like last week
He might be slipping, you, maybe he was too fast
Lotta dudes got bars, not a lotta dudes last
Short attention spans quickly wander and pass

You know Internet fame – here and gone in a flash
Used to be fifteen minutes, but now it's milliseconds
He got fans though, we could stop now and he's still a legend
To some of them, guess that's worth something then
But this type of opportunity won't come again
If it was me, (swear?) I would've made the most of it
At least monetized and got the dough I was supposed to get
Oh well, keep it moving along
WHAT IF HE'S WRITIN' SOME SHIT LIKE RIGHT NOW
TO PROVE US ALL WRONG? I SWEAR TO GOD

They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
(I know they not ready for this)
They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
(I know they not ready for this)
They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
(I know they not ready for this)
They ain't ready, they, th-they ain't ready
(I know they not ready for this)

This is for the ones who be knowing I spit
Years in the making, that's why the flow is legit
Shout to all the hommies I was growing up with
I know Portland supporting like, "Go and show them you sick"(?)
Back when we were teenagers actin' hyper
Man, we cut our teeth on those attic cyphers
Me, Brady B, Alarm, my man Jack renting venues
And our fans, we're leaving them ransacked
Stand back, house party, we'll bring the Chron

As I lead them in the Illmatic, sing along
Goddamn, somebody pray for Harry
He just killed the last of the Sailor Jerry's
Dorm-room freestyles best kept secret
Recorded, but I made Jordan swear he wouldn't leak it
He was like, "You crazy?! People need to see this!"
I guess he was right, but I didn't believe it
Had the party scene on lock in mad spots
Rocking with the live band feeling like Black Thought

No album, but rocking the show was no sweat
Played for over an hour, I freestyled the whole set
Yeah, even got to meet J. Cole
I was opening act and I was so grateful
His record wasn't out yet, but he be dropping it soon
He was bumping Illmatic when I walked in the room
I flipped, shook his hand, told him I was a fan
Someone yelled, "That's Harry Mack, the freestyle king!"
I'm like, "Damn", all embarrassed, like

"Hommie, why you gone do that?"
Till Cole says, "Stop fronting, man, you know you that"
Those are some times to remember
Funny, lotta people think I started last December
Keep my family close, it was lonely when you winning
Best start getting ready, this is only the beginning