J. Jones - Ready? lyrics

I specialize in havoc and haphazardry Say you put in practice but you couldn't handle half of me Rework ya strategy or change ya galaxy I am ya majesty and won't allow that blasphemy No allergy, nothing to sneeze at The flow's bu*ter baby you can believe that Fake smiles, hoes know where to cheese at Not broccoli when I ask where the trees at Alright Tinactin, quit the tough acting I see no guns blasting, I know you just rapping Whats cracking, my plans just hatching Rapping like a rubberband but I'm the one snapping f** a closed mind gone catch a clothesline Bright future gone shine like a goldmine Every heightened syllable is a bump of my dope rhyme Thats a dope line, so dope you can snort mine Are you sure man Just take a second Really think about it Cuz I don't think you are I don't think they ready, nothing bout'em says so I think I'm Tom Brady, these s**as are Bledsoe [x2] Oww, Mr. Swing check the method Once you know the name next step is respect it Animalistic on the beats I'm four-legged Kicking hard sh** when my foot was cemented Tell the fellas I'm good, word up to Deniro All cherry gotta keep the rhyming maraschino Got one word for the steelo, it's primo The frozen one flowing degrees beneath zero The cold flows got my nose froze Redder than Emma Stone on her heaviest flows Thinking bout skipping college, I'm ready for the pro's My veins pumping knowledge they ain't ready for the prose They all know, the new challenger approaches Rose through the ranks sk**s pure as a lotus Take notice of what this pen composes Delivering your daily overdose of dopeness Are you sure man Just take a second Really think about it Cuz I don't think you are I don't think they ready, nothing bout'em says so I think I'm Tom Brady, these s**as are Bledsoe [x2] Uhhh, through the fire and the flames See right through all the liars and the lames Tongue like a lit Bic smoking the mic Dank flows so you know we smoking it right Flick the flame to the Jane and we on our merry way Living life in slow motion, a highlight everyday Screw a Top 10 b**h I'm fit for a Top 5 Keep flapping ya gums kid but sh** you are not fly So sorry, my hearts froze over Serve it hot on the mic, but give'em the cold shoulder Shows over, up next is the curtain call Leave the stage ablaze and thats for certain y'all The roof?! You know that roof is on fire The mic arsonist flamethrower for hire Be cautious cuz I'm heating up ya mental Too hot to touch too sweet for ya dental Are you sure man Just take a second Really think about it Cuz I don't think you are I don't think they ready, nothing bout'em says so I think I'm Tom Brady, these s**as are Bledsoe [x2]