Artist: Shabazz the Disciple f/ Freestyle, Ma Barker, OMN999, Papoose, Supreme, T-Slugz Album: The Becoming of the Disciple Song: Ready You're Not Typed by: Davida.b. [Supreme] I got a job, and that's at least too good, tops Clap clap, the sounds of the glock cock means you pop ?Clap after me?, the boss throughout the lost throughout the earth son The G-O-D dunn, steady livin Ain't no surprising on how I do this Learned my thug ways from troopers and busting of luger lugers Gotta get mines in the raw way, that's all they used to say Throughout the way, Supreme, you got to parlay Word up before you get yourself hurt up Bitch shut up before you be my next murda Pass the chrome toasta, I ??? ya, your life is ova [Papoose] I got nothin but bullets for ya'll new crime cowards Half of my life I had to do crime, count it So I'm bout it ten times for all ya'll two time bout its I dusted my pistol just to get the true shine out it Double my nickels, a few dime sprouted Before chromed out ride, real thugs'll take a chromed out nine Street smarts speak with a milked out mind Sell out, you sold out, die Willies get car jacked, blown out rides I keep niggas runnin for cover like it's cold outside Moody but calm, been on brothas just like Louis Batton Truly my palm push more wigs than beauty salons Stab wound, slug wound, we in the same boat My gat cut thugs and shoot em on the same note [Freestyle] Mr. Short, Dark And Handsome, got any threats by expansion I'm fly like Air One, kidnap your grandson for ransom Revolve it like a hundgun, with one left in the chamber You brave, but to be saved, seek that baby in the major To kill ten bird with one stone, a hundred with two A thousand with three, I stalk through heaven, hell, and purgatory So never mind your story, cuz all your shit is null and void To keep the earth from being destroyed, NASA called me to deflect the asteroid The circumstance is like a ninja running through your white washed world form of the toxic avenger Through comprehension, attention all top billers, a bigger size does matter You get splattered to prove the God's iller [Chorus: OMN999 & Ma Barker (Ma Barker)] Ready you're not (My niggas rock) Ready you're not, ready you're not (Blow up your spot) Ready you're not, ready you're not (Making shit hot) Ready you're not, ready you're not, what what, ready you're not [Ma Barker] (OMN999: Ayo Shaqueen) I raise hell like I carried it for nine months, excel it Beyond other bitches yelling Wack shit on wack tracks, tryin to get their spot back They need to stop that, take heed, the heat's cocked back You bleed, got that? Plus I rock that sick, off the wall shit You ??? white witches downfall So while my steez equal zero, point zero zero weightlist Fuck vaseline, you better rock a world up mad tryin to fake this Cuz in this rat race, bitch, I play first and last That's my word to gas, tryin to get your word in last, and I'ma hurt your ass Plus Shaqueen ain't playin, you be layin on your back With your jaw cracked, so watch what you say [Shabazz the Disciple] We on some Roundtable, split the growth shit Break bread, family toast shit, lyrical overdose, snakes give up the ghost Live by the thug Bible, slingin lyrical drugs for survival Up in the club, duckin and bustin slugs like in Rivals I weigh grams with Five Percenters and the thinner sinners Playin roulette in this game of thieves and barrel spinners Scarfaces with open cases, federal subpeonas Runnin the streets with two felonies and multiple misdomeanors When thugs die, we bust slugs in the sky Pop champagne bottles and campaign with modern spies Crack ladies giving birth to crack babies in this black Hades You get clapped in your Ac or your Mercedes [T-Slugz] I'm beyond John Blaze, live on the front page See me without a gauge in a suberb with herb, getting blazed Ya'll fronted on my hood, saying we ain't gonna get paid Ya'll cats got me slagged cuz we rap a strange name The difference between ya'll and us, the size of the guage And how we all about fame, and how ya'll all about games We stay strictly biz, rob kids, dip them pigs Slide to the crib, count the dough, see how we did I'mma make it plain and simple, do not walk across the boarders You be here today, gone the next, body floating in the water Niggas don't got cellies, they just be fronting on the callers And they shorties be like "Damn, Slug's a real New Yorker" [OMN999] Lord Ominous, trip, non scientist, with that sick pyscho shit Quick to let iron spit, better projectiles enter flesh like biochips Code red, beams gleam from the tech And reflect off of objects like for about a sec, then connect You wack, now ??? hit, my team wrecks shit Ready to set shit, niggas want static (fuck) You found to death be electric, doused with acid Got this ?? shit mastered, my underground basement ??? Got rap faggots shivering up in addicts Seventh dimension, my index finger itching Living where there's no pot to piss in Where niggas getting locked up in prison, bitches striping When I bust shots, they're not missing See I got bitches that'll fuck you to sleep, wake up with your cock missing Glock ticking, plot thickens, I start sickin my dogs on niggas To shake em down and strip jewels off of niggas I break em down from matter to molecules to atoms to ??? Blow his spot in the summer time, like particles, turn the world dark Brain puncture, the only way you could fuck with Omen is if you ran a train on your mother, mothafucker