Torae - Are You Ready lyrics

[Intro] Are you ready? I wanna know is everybody ready? (YEAH!!) Alright, here we go! [Intro: Torae] Hey yo, Pooh, n***a You already know what it is, dunn Word up (Yeah!!) f** around and turn my hat backwards or something, nahmean? Workin my Chapstick, n***a [Verse One: Torae] Uh, here we go again, back to that goin in' Pen the repeat offender, you rap n***as know what it IS! [Rapper Big Pooh] Or what it was, no buzz It's a million motherf**ers working just like us [Torae] But they don't spit it like us, makin sh** like us Lot of copycat rappers couldn't get it like us [Rapper Big Pooh] And we don't speak like y'all, we ain't weak like y'all Take them training wheels off and you bound to fall We down by law, y'all CB4 [Torae] But they don't see these bars, lot of weaklings, god Whenever we record, n***as see we raw They know T-T raw, anything he score Like MJ in the fall, this sh** bang in the Porsche My sh**, bang on the porch, the more awesome record In this side of the board, this is how I destroy You a coward to +Crooked I+ and any +House+ I'ma +Slaughter+ [Scratch Hoook] "Y'all don't want no war with us" - Nas "Y'all n***as better stop" - Big L "Stop fronting" "The wait is over" "We on the rise" "We keeps it real inside the battlefield" - Kool G. Rap "Y'all don't want no war with us" - Nas "Y'all n***as better stop frontin" - Big L "The wait is over" "We on the rise" "Ain't no shame in my game, we do our thing son" - Kool G. Rap [Verse Two: Rapper Big Pooh] We back, here we go again, back to the show again n***as get ya levee tight, Coney Island flowin in [Torae] VA to Cak-a-lak, prize in the Cracker Jack +He-Man+ no Battle-Cat, dawg where the battles at? [Rapper Big Pooh] n***as just chitty-chat, waitin for a piggy back Internet, blogger type, soft as a kitty cat [Torae] Bluffin like it's pitty-pat, cards in the deck We the gods of the internet, the stars of ca**ette Don't get scarred off your threats [Rapper Big Pooh] Naw, back to bih'ness, homie You see the bih'ness, homie? This is God-given Self-driven, riveting pictures I paint How you livin? Witnessing something you ain't No cubicle, shine more suitable Rhyme more reputable, losers be delusional The suspect's usual, egos get bruise and know Careers get a funeral, leave 'em looking stupid so.. Are you ready? [Scratch Hook]