Artist: Talib Kweli f/ Melanie Fiona Album: Prisoner of Conscious Song: Ready Set Go Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] DJ, this beat is fresh {"Ready set go!"} [Talib Kweli] You a prisoner, yeah I switch lanes, it's still blurry then switch frames Clownin these lames, you're Bill Murray in "Quick Change" Control your mission, keep up with my pole position Braggin about the ride that you're whippin, your soul is missin Race it to your death or the holiest celebration God bless our lady of holy acceleration Cause we speedin when we drive on this highway of information The devil try to deny us the highest of elevation They keep us at sea/C level so I'm stayin on my A game They local like the C when I express like the A train My A-alikes take what I write, use it to maintain We B/be alike and C/see alike cause we got the same brain We in the same chains, workin the same fields Now we independent, you can keep your fuckin lame deal Total package, the flow is mastered, I'm blowin past the procrastinators so fast it's like they goin backwards [Chorus: Melanie Fiona] {*w/ Talib ad libs*} Life's so short we can't afford to lose, when the guns go off And the flag drops, I-I-I'll never stop I'ma race to the, finish line On the road, to gettin the gold Ready set go, go, go! Ready set go, go, go Ready set go, go, go! Ready set go, go, go [Talib Kweli] Aiyyo they hate when I give it so straight, they need chasers Half these little boys comin faster than Speed Racer Pullin capers with my team, best believe I receive paper with +Extraordinary Gentlemen+, trust me the +League+ major On the highway of life I'm faster than cop cars Quicker than the tongues of the rappers that got bars Never rattle cause we been through the battles, we got scars What~! Mr. International, half of the Black Star It's the sound that you missin, I'm here when ya ears listen Play it loud in your whip when you dip and your gears shiftin I'm +gifted+, like "The Island of the Misfit Toys" - ladies apply it like a lipstick Poised, to take over when the shit drop Boys wanna holler at +Birds+ like Alfred Hitchcock Men wanna talk to the women, we ain't screamin Just whisper in her ear and we leavin, yeah [Chorus] w/ different ad libs [Melanie Fiona] Ohh, when it's down to the wire Ohh, I got a will made of fire And you can't stop it No, you can't stop it (no, you can't stop it) Because I'm destined to win Ohh, like a born champion And there ain't no stoppin (ain't no stoppin) Now's the time, get ready, set, goooo [Talib Kweli] Yeah, on your mark, get set, when I start the jet look how far I get - I'm not only an artist, they say one is the loneliest number but still regardless Second best don't exist, it's a little oxymoronic Uh, what if I, listen to haters and never bothered Hittin high water marks cause the market flooded with garbage Uh, you are now embraced by the light, we fiber-optic Shinin bright love, you get a tan, Hawaiian Tropic Yup, "Prisoner of Conscious"? Nonsense Opposite of conscious is asleep, I prefer to call it awake Uh, it's so ironic, it's beautiful when you finally get a wake It's your funeral, you don't get it, I'll wait Uh, rappers nowadays are confusin you I know you tired of the usual like Trey Songz and Drake Uh, that's why I'm keepin the faith, keepin the pace Although it's all about the winnin it's never about the race [Chorus] w/ all new ad libs