Artist: Torae Album: For the Record Song: You Ready Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ Rah Digga ] Aiyo My nigga Torae got bars, you feel me? He 'bout to go in None of that punk smoove shit We catchin bodies right now Is you ready, motherfucker? Yeah [ VERSE 1: Torae ] The pen game official Made to make change while makin change and let's not make that a issue I make niggas miss you You can send shots with hashtags, I'ma send my shits back with the pistol I'm back on my grizzly, really was never off that BK all day, you from where it's soft at I bring summer heat, tell 'em niggas fall back 'fore I give 'em winter ball verses and they ALL CAPS You got fans, I got fam and they all clap Yours is applause, mines for goals on your score cap These niggas all wack - all fact, no opinion Runnin around in tight clothes cause they flowin isn't Your co-ops and co-signs got you co-dependent You niggas on the buildin, fuck it, I'm goin in it These Beats and Rhymes is Life like the homes from Linden If you ain't get it you ain't got it, ain't no comprehendin They need to stop pretendin I hate to follow a nigga, you choose to follow a nigga just cause the topic trendin That was a Twitter analogy but you got the meanin Or meanin, however you pronounce it won't stop the pinnin I turn Men II Boyz, opposite of Michael Bivins When I spit it, the biggest niggas'll feel like a midget I'm downgradin y'all, AR to your A&R Lay off or I'm sprayin y'all, ain't often I'm playin, dog Now take heed to the words that I'm sayin, y'all I leave maggots on you faggots with the K and all My debut will Slay you, ( ? ) Kay and all Not the Drama King but drama ring when you play it off Fuck is you playin for? [ CHORUS: Torae ] It's like I been tellin you, dog This shit crazy, these new kids ain't ready at all They sound basic, that bullshit ain't ready for Tor It's all Matrix, is you niggas ready? They ain't ready It's like I been tellin you, dog This shit crazy, these new kids ain't ready at all They sound basic, that bullshit ain't ready for Tor It's all Matrix, is you niggas ready for war? [ VERSE 2: Torae ] No signature sound, I start spittin Niggas can tell it's Torae from the perdition That set me apart, no partition But still I give you niggas work like a audition I heard when I talk, they all listen They hang on every word from the god, they all Christians I baptize 'em with lines, this y'all christenin You blessed with the gift of my presence, this y'all Christmas With no wishlist, it's clear that I'm naughty and nice My Jesus pieces got the gaudiest ice Couple kids and a wife, live a glorious life But still be one to give your shorties the pipe Tell her call me tonight, but I don't pick up There's such a contradiction in my diction Figured you learned the lesson if you listened But niggas so conditioned to be calm in they conditions And to bein so complacent when they face it that they miss it I'm here to show you niggas the deal, no myth hits No upper respiratory condition but spit sick While y'all's accusin Kanye like eatin fishsticks I hit the Stu, cooked up GOOD Music for my discus I'm not the nigga you wanna diss or dismiss You catch your name on a toilet paper, my shitlist Niggas be sayin they fly but never lift it And I been rockin 'Lo since Ralph Lauren was a Lifshitz Now all the popular kids was all the misfits You blink durin a fad, you mighta missed it This illogical, logic lost to magistics No Xbox 360, but the game twisted I'm here to Straighten It Out like Corey Penn did [/penned it] And that's a double entendre in case you missed it You find your only option - you optimistic And not can afford a operation after your shit split Niggas is senseless [ CHORUS: Torae ] [ Rah Digga ] Security! Please escort these gone motherfuckin factor-ass rappers out of the building Please We're done with you Be gone Release the hounds on these ( ? )-ass motherfuckers Get 'em outta here Bitch