Kev Brown - People Get Ready lyrics

Truth: For a cat who rock the mic right, bold, no anonymous shroud Relevant but far left of the predominant crowd Originality was staple, but they lackin' it now Labels push trash without even battin' a brow Make no mistake the records spin, I'm black and I'm proud Late nights in Inner Recess with the monitors loud Catching contact from somebody cannabis cloud Hip Hop Rakaa: I Siesta with one eye on the scope Wake up focused on connecting blocks like Legos It ain't ya showbiz, dark world we the bridge building freedom fighter shine Others lack the courage, understand they couldn't find the time We “International,” “Stateside to Worldwide” Pull out your “Polygraph(s),” we recognize the world's lies They say the truth's heavy, aim and shoot steady Truth: It maybe full of thorns, but they never will usurp the crown Been through hell, so I know we heaven bound From LA to DMV to crescent city town Truth Universal, Rakaa Iriscience, Kevin Brown Tune in if you're frustrated, looking for a better sound The cream rises, still I hold my Sevens down Supreme Ruler status and I'm never steppin' down Chorus: If you ain't ready, you got to get ready People Get Ready You got to get ready, you got to get ready Truth: Ahkim and Justice Enlightened me, said God is in you I got the knowledge of myself and it broadened my view Learned that we bigger than the work we were imported to do So now I'm bringing you the gospel according to Truth Former battle cat, indeed I slaughtered a few Now (I'm) opening and “Top Billing” like the Audio Two Story moral seize the chances afforded to you All My Rakaa: It's true, it's all real right here so clear Light years from the dark, but we smile to fight fears And it all seems strange, when I look and see regression Like, “The More Things Change,” the more we seem to need the lessons Intergalactic universal Planet Rock Stay wide awake and pay attention when the planet talks They say the truth's heavy, aim and shoot steady Truth: Unless, it's in the name of self-defense or freedom's spread Never leave a garment crimson red or a body stinkin' dead Or plot the the path of lead with the laser infrareds For Benjamin and Lincoln heads, on linen minted by the fed Now, if instead we talkin' sustenance and homestead Well then you modify the color of the thoroughbred In that case I'm not complacent, still paper chasin' ***People get Readaaay