down the corridor Yeah, my room's right at the end. Set to expel, and I was A steady increase, yes I was And I'm getting ready to return it to you
Ready, ready set go Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah C'mon,
out of reach Here they gather to spit and curse and bark From the south of heaven where angels are told Not to approach nor to look nor to set foot
of tea and survive the holocaust? * The rock and roll swindler says it's O.K. to plunder, So the pirates set sail to rape any ethnic culture they can
rest of them, I'm not on a list That's what I'm sayin', I drop science like a scientist My melody's in a code, the very next episode Has the mic often distortin', ready
my voice rocks peak out of one hundred watts Who wanna cipher I get dumb Word to my Mother the Father the Holy Ghost and rev run When the source set
I wanna be Yo, let me fuck that nigga down You heard that shit nigga Ay yo, what you doing with that big ass? My ghetto love song, set it off, set it
ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block, I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking junior mafia in front of yah nigga With the ready power tucked
. Amin} War Time War Time, it's either yourz or mine Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine And ride on em', leave em' stuck and fucked from the gate Set
nobody with So invest your cheese,and pay this thug We belong on uncut, not midnight love So just make sure our contract ain't slim And then I'm ready
ready," you know, and like, I slap my face when I'm saying, "I'm ready," because it's like uh, in the house I'm saying, "I'm ready," you know? And . . .
have been a trick I label hoes as hoes, you can't be my boo Bitch, I be home too, so how the fuck I'ma do for you Alize and Tanquerae had my dick ready
I'm ready to take back whatever they sold ya 'Cuz the scheme is a secret so nobody ever told ya An underground illuminated tribe of radicals Ready to
Verse 1: I'ts midnight and everybody's feelin all right Sippin',swingin',chilling all night And I'm at the point where I'm ready to set it off So I look
a prophet like a piece of blood where no doors are and weary now i set upon the good year and the wrench wrenching out of me every ready of light that
a mic my voice peak out of one-hundred watts Who wanna cipher, I get dumb Word to my mother my father the holy ghost and rev run, When the source set
of the time rhyme Top of the line, bottom of the pyramids Stretched in the alphabet, wet dust moet, poet threat Evil cassette wreck shows, rip any set Direct approach
