Are You Ready

Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school falcon
Allow it everybody sound like they from London
Order them some tea and some crumpets
Shit I wake up every morning on one
If I show up to ya breaky ima leave you all slump like

Load that hotty then dump it
I'm tight eyed but it's not from krumping
It's from all this medical weed in the backseat
Tryna duck these blues out in Plumpton
If your looking for me look down darkSYDe
Where they can't compete that's a far cry
If they threaten to walk in and march by
Like a flint how fast we let sparks fly
Let it rain let it bang in a cycle like a F5 I bring the pain
For all you skirts still talking tough
You walking bluffs looking awkward cunt
I keep it rough like DMX one after one I feed de kient
Like big meechy on BMF on our WHAYside bruz we don't speak to feds

I bring a veterans etiquette to the exodus
Talking a bunch of lie so I really gotta get rid of them
Exposing all the phony clones blown by their ego's
Rapping about a lifestyle they're watching on the video
Just some tatted up larikins
Making 'em see stars like shoryukens to the cranium
High caliber skill set they ain't even a threat to me
Best to prepare the smoke if you catching me out my element
I give a fuck about your numbers and the image you made from an iPhone app
All cap no daps from the bullshit you put on
Make another song about the ends you don't live on
Snappin on every record on the regular leaving em fucken mind boggled
If they ain't aware of my steez
So it's YTB darkSYDe CC and the Ello to the C

For M A T U S E
God in the flesh feeling bless to breathe
A garden of fresh invested seeds
Watch what you let infest your dreams
I don't fuck with the locusts don't fuck with the fake or the hate or the bogus
Might fuck with the coke but I toke from the smoke
Take shrooms to the moon burning bushes like Moses
I'm herbalist a word smith verbalist the nerve of this
Journalist to be turning these words from nouns and verbs
To astounding verse you might hurt abit
I spit permanent holes through ya firmament while burning this dro
So relax abit darkSYDe make you shit like a laxative and you just had a pack of it

No they not we finna go and turn it up another notch
Acting like a surgeon who ain't never smoked pot
Took a hit and went to work ill put you on botched
Still non stop you ain't ever gon hear that illy done got locked up
Or got back on the gear stayed out on the road
Got found all box cut up realest in the game
You ain't gon do a damn thing if your busy getting locked up insane
I went from itching on the corner like I had mites
To the bright lights headline main stage ay
Ay member when I dropped faded they were like he ain't ever gon make it
Album and show within months in the same fit
Fuck what they say I ain't ever gon change shit

Coming through with a bang yeah I'm far from the same
Look I'm made from a different type of fabric
Skep don't miss with the beat like hazem with the boot producing el magic
Why they rapping in a pommie accent
Tell when adlays turned to mandem
Random stole a whole culture for fandom
Whole game full of vultures can't stand em
That why its same team same dream
New money new weed same B like Jay-z
Same dude that came through and told all of you
I'm not a driller I'm a hip hop baby
Skep with the beat give ya whiplash best tag in the game yeah I did that
Got a whole lot of shit that I could mention
But before I move on I got a question



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Writer(s): William Parera
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