Ready Or Not

Step on the gas, ain't no way apollo's coming in last
No need to be asked
Prince Phillip, pray that I never crash
Slide up the lane, stick the venom right back into my vein
Been holding off Jane, sad mood when she don't hit the same
Money man, money man, money man
Stop taking pride out my pocket
Never in life will I profit
Might as well work in an office
Childhood made up of computer screens
And praying my life would become my dreams
Find me a friend for my self esteem
Until they rip out my soul, tearing right through the seams (fuck them)
These feelings I've lost, boy
That was only the starter (fuck them)
This line that you crossed, boy
Now the knife's getting sharper (fuck them)
Cold blood like the frost, boy
Got no love for a barker (fuck them)

Know what it's gon cost, boy
Pay respect to the martyrs
And to go find my own way,
I had to drop all my trust (drop all my trust)
Afraid all that's left of me now's
Outer shell and a husk (shell and a husk)
Head spins like the pits but I know to be me it's a must
They tell me I need to adjust, fuck all that noise
I would rather combust

Ready or not, here I come
This is the last time that your ass gon see the sun
Buried alive, six feet deeper than the oldie
Who said I can't have no fun
Wouldn't live in a lie, I'm eye to eye with all of you
A to Z motherfuckers
Flew out of the 415, now I gotta strive
To get out of the gutter
You ready or not, cause here I come
This is the last time that your ass gon see the sun
Buried alive, nine feet deeper than the oldie
Who said I can't have no fun
Never lived in a lie, the end is nigh for all of you
Wannabe motherfuckers
Learned my lesson from 45, now the times arrived
To wipe out all the clutter

Cant stop, turning your back
Flipping the facts, your antics are wack
I won't live my life listening to your flak
And I'd burn it all down just to hear that skull crack
I pray to God that he'll forgive all my sins
Then go do what I must if it means imma win
Rocks is froze when I mix juice with the gin
Fuck a Xanax that shit always goes in the bin
I hate being angry and cynical,
But I know that there ain't no real love
This world is becoming so pitiful
All the bullshit that's spawned from above
Not my time to go speak about gov,
Though they think that they smooth as a glove
Not a fighter but I'll guarantee if you try to push me
Better know imma shove
The truths in the racket, the racket's the hatchet
And I wanna bury them maggots
Like seeing them try to go crack it
Start to claw like a struggling addict
I know my own path is to roam
Always filling up the catacombs
Like Ciaran it's straight off they dome
Cause no mount of chrome is gon bring it all home

Ready or not, here I come
This is the last time that your ass gon see the sun
Buried alive, six feet deeper than the oldie
Who said I can't have no fun
Wouldn't live in a lie, I'm eye to eye with all of you
A to Z motherfuckers
Flew out of the 415, now I gotta strive
To get out of the gutter
You ready or not, cause here I come
This is the last time that your ass gon see the sun
Buried alive, nine feet deeper than the oldie
Who said I can't have no fun
Never lived in a lie, the end is nigh for all of you
Wannabe motherfuckers
Learned my lesson from 45, now the times arrived
To wipe out all the clutter
(Clutter, clutter, clutter, wipe out all the clutter)