[Scratched Intro]
Are your ready
[Verse 1]
Whoa now, slow down
Let me kick you something I just wrote down
I was sittin', thinkin'
Eatin' some chicken
Rhymes are flippin'
In my mental vision
And I was just thinkin'
'Bout things that were written
About life and love and the life that we're livin' (yeah)
People can't accept the things that we're given
So me and my crew man we just stay hidden
So I day 'neath a chestnut tree
Talkin' to Clay and just shootin' the breeze
But I'm okay God provides my needs
And I hear You speak as I quietly read
And it seems kinda good that nowadays
As I pa** by they know my name
But it seems even quicker that they pa** the blame
But I guess that it comes with the pa**ing fame
And don't be suprised - see tears in my eyes
All you dudes do is criticize
But like whoa, I know
When I kick the show
All you people don't know
You can't handle the flow
But through tribulation comes the patience
So let's set this off without hesitation
Song goes like this right
[Chorus]
Swing low, sweet chariot
Father come down here and take me up
'Cause I don't think they can handle my flow
Or the fact that You live in us
They criticize and size me up
But we only answer to the One above
[Hook]
Y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Man y'all ain't ready
Alright y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Man y'all ain't ready so
Here we go
[Verse 2]
Well we've been marching, seems like, ten long years
The seas we've been parting they've just disappeared
My fam we've been rollin', forever plus one night
Yesterday is the new tomorrow won't let us, pa** us by
Where I come from we learn to run
Before we walk
And where I come from we learn to sing, before we talk
And where I come from we learn to die, before we live
So when it all falls down upon our heads yeah, we can give
[Chorus]
Swing low, sweet chariot
Father come down here and take me up
'Cause I don't think they can handle my flow
Or the fact that You live in us (yeah)
They criticize and size me up
But we only answer to the One above
[Hook]
Y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Man y'all ain't ready
Alright y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Man y'all ain't ready so
Here we go
[Verse 3]
And this might sound like a vintage flow
That's why I writ this though
So I can let y'all know
Some days is hard, we don't make no dough
But okay, with you Lord I won't sway
Even if they keep their talking all day
I keep it on my knees, to You I pray
So I spit fire, spit balls of flame
And if I misfire they could cost the game
But then they walk by like they ashamed
But then I smile like, "what's His name"
And no matter what they say
We make these beats knock
Piano in the composition
It makes the song rock
They play, I faze, I make the flow lock
Everything that was HOT, count it all a loss
Me and my crew laid it down for the cross
Through woes, bust shows, and I brush my clothes
D-A-T come through everybody's like "whoa"
So swing low
Swing low yeah
[Chorus]
Swing low, sweet chariot
Father come down here and take me up
'Cause I don't think they can handle my flow
Or the fact that You live in us
They criticize and size me up
But we only answer to the one above
[Hook]
Y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Man y'all ain't ready
You all ain't ready
Nah y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Man y'all ain't ready so
Here we go
[Outro]
Y'all ain't ready
Man y'all ain't ready
Nah y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready so
Here we go