You Ready? - Torae

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

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?

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?

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

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

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