You Ain't Ready
Yeah
You ain't ready for us
'Cause we're deadly as fuck
Haha
That's what's up
If you run your fucking mouth, I will run up in your house
Bitch, I'll cut your stomach up until your guts are falling out
Stupid fuck, I'll call you out to show my people you're a fraud
Come and meet me if it's war, you'll be bleeding on the floor
You ain't ready for me, dawg, I'll leave you dead beside a stream
I'm your worst fucking nightmare like I'm Freddy with the dreams
Yo, the metal with the beam, I'll fucking squeeze until you leak
Man, keep talking all that trash, I'll bash your teeth out when you speak
I will feast upon your meat like hungry lions with their prey
Then I blow your ass away with every 9 I fucking spray
Man, I'll knife you in the face if I don't like the way you talk
Keep on fronting that you're raw, you'll be outlined with the chalk
You'll get buried in the walls until you stink up like a skunk
Then your chick will get a slug before I stick her in the trunk
You don't wanna get me angry 'cause like Banner with the gamma
I will flip out in a rage 'fore I bang ya with the hammer
You ain't ready and you never fucking will be
Heavy with the smoke when we lighting up the building
Ayo, Cryptik, what's the move, how you feeling?
Just say the fucking word and we'll leave their soul revealing
You ain't ready and you never fucking will be
Heavy with the smoke when we lighting up the building
Ayo, Cryptik, what's the move, how you feeling?
Just say the fucking word and we'll leave their soul revealing
Yeah
It's your boy, Lighta, and baby, I spit lava
I'mma smack you while I'm blindfolded, piñata
Looking hella thirsty, you better drink water
I'm ready to die, you can call me the Big Poppa
Tell me if you want it, I'm ready for any action
Kinda like the cap on the bottle, let's get it cracking
Haters really hate me, my flow it done surpass them
My soul is worth everything and also my masters, yeah
I been through hell and back, it's been a milestone
You can hear me in the background like them xylophones
I don't need pegs, 'cause I ride alone
You 'bouta get checked like them batteries, AutoZone
You don't want no problems, ain't no way to solve 'em
I got a lotta fam from H-Town to Garland
Always getting green like I'm picking from the garden
I am so ill, so sick, now I'm barfing
Eeeewwww, I'm disgusted
All these fakes around me, man, they never been trusted
Keep your composure, never do it in public
Cryptik Soul, ain't no way they can lyrically touch us
You ain't ready and you never fucking will be
Heavy with the smoke when we lighting up the building
Ayo, Cryptik, what's the move, how you feeling?
Just say the fucking word and we'll leave their soul revealing
You ain't ready and you never fucking will be
Heavy with the smoke when we lighting up the building
Ayo, Cryptik, what's the move, how you feeling?
Just say the fucking word and we'll leave their soul revealing
You ain't ready for us
'Cause we're deadly as fuck
Haha
That's what's up
If you run your fucking mouth, I will run up in your house
Bitch, I'll cut your stomach up until your guts are falling out
Stupid fuck, I'll call you out to show my people you're a fraud
Come and meet me if it's war, you'll be bleeding on the floor
You ain't ready for me, dawg, I'll leave you dead beside a stream
I'm your worst fucking nightmare like I'm Freddy with the dreams
Yo, the metal with the beam, I'll fucking squeeze until you leak
Man, keep talking all that trash, I'll bash your teeth out when you speak
I will feast upon your meat like hungry lions with their prey
Then I blow your ass away with every 9 I fucking spray
Man, I'll knife you in the face if I don't like the way you talk
Keep on fronting that you're raw, you'll be outlined with the chalk
You'll get buried in the walls until you stink up like a skunk
Then your chick will get a slug before I stick her in the trunk
You don't wanna get me angry 'cause like Banner with the gamma
I will flip out in a rage 'fore I bang ya with the hammer
You ain't ready and you never fucking will be
Heavy with the smoke when we lighting up the building
Ayo, Cryptik, what's the move, how you feeling?
Just say the fucking word and we'll leave their soul revealing
You ain't ready and you never fucking will be
Heavy with the smoke when we lighting up the building
Ayo, Cryptik, what's the move, how you feeling?
Just say the fucking word and we'll leave their soul revealing
Yeah
It's your boy, Lighta, and baby, I spit lava
I'mma smack you while I'm blindfolded, piñata
Looking hella thirsty, you better drink water
I'm ready to die, you can call me the Big Poppa
Tell me if you want it, I'm ready for any action
Kinda like the cap on the bottle, let's get it cracking
Haters really hate me, my flow it done surpass them
My soul is worth everything and also my masters, yeah
I been through hell and back, it's been a milestone
You can hear me in the background like them xylophones
I don't need pegs, 'cause I ride alone
You 'bouta get checked like them batteries, AutoZone
You don't want no problems, ain't no way to solve 'em
I got a lotta fam from H-Town to Garland
Always getting green like I'm picking from the garden
I am so ill, so sick, now I'm barfing
Eeeewwww, I'm disgusted
All these fakes around me, man, they never been trusted
Keep your composure, never do it in public
Cryptik Soul, ain't no way they can lyrically touch us
You ain't ready and you never fucking will be
Heavy with the smoke when we lighting up the building
Ayo, Cryptik, what's the move, how you feeling?
Just say the fucking word and we'll leave their soul revealing
You ain't ready and you never fucking will be
Heavy with the smoke when we lighting up the building
Ayo, Cryptik, what's the move, how you feeling?
Just say the fucking word and we'll leave their soul revealing
Credits
Writer(s): Denney Nguyen, Hector Chavez, Sui Lie Cheung, Thomas Martinez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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